Psalms 77
1 To the Chief Musician. On "Jeduthun." Asaph’s, a Melody. With my voice—unto God, will I make outcry, With my voice unto God, and he will give ear unto me;
Khawsa venawh bawmnaak thoeh doena khy nyng saw; kak awi ngaih aham Khawsa ce khy nyng.
2 In the day of my distress—unto My Lord, will I seek, My hand, by night, hath been outstretched and never once became slack, My soul, hath refused to be consoled;
Kak kawpoek a kyi awh, Bawipa ce sui nyng; khawmthan awh awm ka kut qawi ve thlak kana phyl loet nyng saw ka hqingnaak ing ngaihqep cana awm aham tha na hy.
3 I remember God and I murmur, I muse, and my spirit swooneth. (Selah)
Aw Khawsa, nang ce ni sim khak nyng saw, kang ko; ka poek qu hqet awh ce, kang myihhla ak tha hoet hy.
4 Thou hast held, watching, mine eyes, I was driven to and fro, and could not speak;
Kamik ve ni tang sak khak tiksaw: awi ka pau kaw a ma lawnaak dyt awh kyi nyng.
5 I reasoned, Of the days of aforetime, Of the years of by-gone ages;
Ak kqymkqawkhqi poek a vat sam nyng saw, ni hu ben awhkaw kumkhqi ce ka poek vat sam lah awh;
6 I remember my song in the night, —With my own heart, I commune, And my spirit, maketh search: —
Khawmthan awhkaw laa ka sakkhqi ce poek hqoet nyng. Kak kawlung ing kak poek hqet awh ce kang myihla ing awi doet hy;
7 For ages, will My Lord reject? And, not again, grant acceptance any more?
Bawipa ing kumqui dyna nik qeng hly nu? Kak khan awh ak kaw am law hly voel nawh nu?
8 Hath his lovingkindness, come to a perpetual end? Hath his word failed to generation after generation?
Amak dyt thai a lungnaak ce ang loet na qeng hly hawh nawh nu? Ak awikam awm plal hly poe hawh nawh nu?
9 Hath GOD, forgotten to show favour? Or hath he shut up, in anger, his compassions? (Selah)
Khawsa ing qeennaak taak aham hilh hly hau hawh nawh hy voei nu? Ak kawsonaak ing a lungqeennaak ce byp hly pe khoep hawh nawh hy voei nu?” ti nyng.
10 Then said I—An affliction to me, it is, The changing of the right hand of the Most High.
Cawhtaw, Vemyihna qeennaak thoeh kawng; Sawsang Soeih awh ak awm tangkut ben awhkaw kumkhqi ce,” tinawh poek nyng.
11 I will remember the doings of Yah, Surely I will remember, out of aforetime, thy wonderful way;
Bawipa a ik-oeih saikhqi ce sim loet kawng nyng saw; oeih, ma nakaw kawpoek kyi ik-oeih na saikhqi ce sim loet vang nyng.
12 And will talk to myself of all thy work, And, of thy doings, will I muse: —
Na bibinaak khqi ce poek nyng saw nak thaawm ik-oeih sai ce ak nep na poek kawng nyng.
13 O God, in the sanctuary, is thy way, —Who is a great GOD like Elohim?
Aw Khawsa, nang a lawnglamkhqi taw zawziih hy. Ningmih a Khawsamyihna ak awm ikawmyih khawsa nu a awm bai?
14 Thou, art GOD, doing wonderfully, —Thou hast made known, among the peoples, thy might;
Nang Khawsa ing ni kawpoek kyi ik-oeihkhqi na sai nawh; thlangkhqi venawh nak thaawmnaak ce ang dang sak.
15 Thou didst redeem, with thine arm—Thy people, Thy sons of Jacob and Joseph. (Selah)
Nak thaawm ban ing nak thlangkhqi, Jacob ingkaw Joseph cadilkhqi ce hul hyk ti.
16 The waters saw thee, O God, The waters saw thee, They were in birth-throes, Yea the resounding deeps were stirred;
Aw Khawsa, tuikhqi ing ni hu uhy, tuikhqi ing ni hu unawh chawi qu kawlh kawlh uhy; tuihdungkhqi awm thyn hqoeng uhy.
17 The clouds, poured down waters, The skies uttered, a voice, Yea, thine arrows, flew hither and thither;
Cingmaikhqi ing tui hawk unawh, khawnghi ing hum hy; na lakhqi ing huna haina phla hlap hlap hy.
18 The, voice of thy thunder, was in the whirlwind, Thy lightnings illumined the world, The earth, trembled and quaked;
Khawhum awi ce khaw na phla nawh, khawkphla ing khawmdek ce vang sak hy; Khawmdek ing tyn nawh thyn hy.
19 In the sea, was thy way, And, thy path, in the mighty waters, And, thy footprints, could not be known:
Na lam ce tuicunli dyna awm nawh, na khawleh am dang hlai hy, na cehnaak ce tuinu thingpa anglakawh awm hy.
20 Thou didst lead, like a flock, thy people, By the hand of Moses and Aaron.
Nang ing Mosi ingkaw Aaron a kut hawna nawh nak thlangkhqi ce tuu kqeng amyihna sawi hyk ti.
