Psalms 65
1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. A song. Praise waits for you, God, in Zion. Vows shall be performed to you.
Aw Khawsa, Zion awh kyihcahnaak ing nang ce ni qeh hy; nang a venawh kaimih ak awi taaknaak ce soep kaw.
2 You who hear prayer, all men will come to you.
Aw nang cykcahnaak awi ak za venawh, thlangkhqi boeih law kawm uh.
3 Sins overwhelmed me, but you atoned for our transgressions.
Thawlhnaak ing kaimih a ni sing khqi khoep awh, kaimih a ik-oeih sai thawlhnaak awh qeenkhaw ngai hyk ti.
4 Blessed is the one whom you choose and cause to come near, that he may live in your courts. We will be filled with the goodness of your house, your holy temple.
Na vawngup khuiawh ak zoena awm aham ak tykkhqi taw a zoseen hy! Na im awhkaw, na bawkim ciim awhkaw ik-oeih leekkhqi ing be unyng.
5 By awesome deeds of righteousness, you answer us, God of our salvation. You who are the hope of all the ends of the earth, of those who are far away on the sea.
Nang ing dyngnaak kqih awm ik-oeih sai ing kaimih nim hlat hyk ti. Aw Khawsa kaimih hulkung, Khawmdek a dytnaak boeih awhkaw ngaih-unaak ingkaw ak hla soeih tuicunli awhkaw ngaih-unaak;
6 By your power, you form the mountains, having armed yourself with strength.
Nak thaawmnaak ing mawlkhqi ak saikung, namah ingkaw namah ce tha awmnaak ing thoeih ang cam qu hyk ti,
7 You still the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the turmoil of the nations.
Tuicunnli awhkaw tuiphu ingkaw tuilet thawh ak awi ak sit sakkung, pilnam thlangkhqi ak khy am kqangnaak awi ak sit sakkung na awm hyk ti.
8 They also who dwell in faraway places are afraid at your wonders. You call the morning’s dawn and the evening with songs of joy.
Ak hla na ak awm thlangkhqi ing nak kawpoek kyi ik-oeih sai ce kqih uhy; mymcang khawkdai ingkaw khawmy ben khawtlak awh nang ing zeelnaak laa sak sak hyk ti.
9 You visit the earth, and water it. You greatly enrich it. The river of God is full of water. You provide them grain, for so you have ordained it.
Khawk kqawng ve qeet a kawt na nawh tui ing syp hyk ti; khawzah papa na pung a tai sak hyk ti. Khawsa a lawngca lawngnukhqi awm thlanghqing a ai kawi, am ci ak ui awm sak hamna nang ing tui ing be sak hyk ti.
10 You drench its furrows. You level its ridges. You soften it with showers. You bless it with a crop.
Dek nawk a qytnaak ngaw boeih ce tui bym pe sak nawh; Khawk-aa ing na syp coengawh tawi a an leek sak hyk ti.
11 You crown the year with your bounty. Your carts overflow with abundance.
Kum ce thai taknaak ing myk nawh na phyihnaak vawh awm be ngen hy.
12 The wilderness grasslands overflow. The hills are clothed with gladness.
Qamkoh awm qam no saihim sak nawh; tlangkhqi ce awmhly zeelnaak ing sing hyk ti.
13 The pastures are covered with flocks. The valleys also are clothed with grain. They shout for joy! They also sing.
Khawkpawi ce tuu kqeng ing sing khoep tiksaw lawng khui cengkhqi ce kym a cang ing khuk hyk ti; cekkhqi ing zeelmang laa sak ing khy uhy.
