Psalms 7
1 Ode of David: which he sang unto Yahweh, on account of the words of Cush the Benjamite. O Yahweh my God, in thee, have I sought refuge, —Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me:
O Yahweh Pakai, Elohim ka Pathen eihoidam din nangma kahin belle. Eipedoh a pang hoa kon'in neihoidohsah'in, neihuhdoh'in.
2 Lest one tear, as a lion, my soul, —and there be no deliverer to rescue.
Achuti loule panpi ding bei a kaum a, keipi bahkai-jin mi abolset banga eiboset uva, ahal halla eibotel diu ahi.
3 O Yahweh my God, If I have done this, If there hath been perversity in my hands:
O Yahweh Pakai, ka-Pathen keiman thil suhkhel kaneija, thildihlou kana tohdoh khah'a,
4 If I have requited my friend with wrong, —or have oppressed mine adversary without need,
Lungmonga kachenkhom pi khat chonphatlouna kalethuh a, ajehbeija kagalmi kanchom khah'a ahileh,
5 Let an enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it, that he may tread down, to the earth, my life, —and, mine honour—in the dust, he may cause to dwell. (Selah)
Kagal mite khut-ah neipedoh jeng in lang kahin na lajengu hen, amahon tolla eichotpha jeng uhen chule kaloupi najouse bon lah'a kaithang jeng-u hen. (Selah)
6 Rise! Yahweh! in thine anger, Lift thyself up, because of the haughty outbursts of mine adversaries, Stir up for me the justice thou hast commanded:
O Yahweh Pakai, lunghan in hungthoudoh'in, Doumit melpu kagalmite jeh in nang hung kichoisang in; Chule hung kipatdoh'in Elohim ka Pathen nathutan dihtah chu hinpolut in.
7 When, the assembly of peoples, gather round thee, then, above it—on high, do thou return!
Namasangah chitin namtin kikhom soh hen: Ama ho chunga namun dih tah chu hin kimusah kit in.
8 Yahweh, will judge the peoples, —Do me justice, O Yahweh, according to my righteousness, and according to mine integrity upon me,
Yahweh Pakai chu chitin namtin ho thu atan ahi: Kachondih naho nei phondoh peh tan, O Yahweh Pakai, ajeh chu keiman them mo na kanei poi O hatchung nung.
9 Let the wrong of the lawless, I pray thee, come to an end, and establish thou him that is righteous, —for, a trier of hearts and reins, is God the righteous one.
Mi phalouho thil dihlou bolna kichai sah tan, chule michonpha ho chu domsangin. Ajeh chu nangman mihem lungthim gilsung ve Pathen dihtah chu nahi.
10 My shield, is held by God, who is ready to save the upright in heart:
Elohim ka Pathen hi kalum'a pang ahin, alungthim dih le akitah ho chu ahuhhing jin ahi.
11 A God to vindicate the righteous, —And yet a God to be indignant throughout every day.
Elohim ka Pathen hi thutan dihtah ahin, niseh'in miphalou chunga alung hangjingin ahi.
12 If he turn not, his sword, will he whet, —his bow, hath he bent, and made ready:
Mihemkhat chu akisih louva ahileh, Elohim ka Pathen in achemjam kinol hem intin, athalpi kaosa akoijing ahi.
13 But, for himself, hath he made ready the weapons so deadly, His arrows, he, so fiery, would make:
Aman thina manchah gimneitah chu kigot intin athalpi meikou chu akapding ahi.
14 Lo! he gendereth trouble, and conceiveth mischief, but giveth birth to a disappointment:
Miphalou hon setna avop un, umhelna le thilphalou va agaiun, jouthu ho ahinpen doh sah jiu ve.
15 A pit, he cut out, and digged it, and then fell into the ditch he had made:
Amahon mi lhahlutna dingin kotong thuhtah alaijiuvin, ahinlah amaho joh alhalut jiuvin ahi.
16 His mischief, turneth back, on his own head, —and, on his own crown, his violence, descendeth.
Midia set na abol hou chu amaho angsung joh in achuhjin ahi. Michunga chudinga thilse agon houchu amaho luchunga joh achujin ahi.
17 I will praise Yahweh according to his righteousness, —and will praise in song the Name of Yahweh Most High.
Keiman Yahweh Pakai chu akitahna jeh'in thangvah ing-ting, keiman Yahweh Pakai hat chung nung min chu ka thangvah ding ahi.
