Psalms 57
1 `In Ebreu thus, To the victorie, lese thou not the semeli song, `ether the `swete song of Dauid, `whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. `In Jeroms translacioun thus, For victorie, that thou lese not Dauid, meke and simple, whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. God, haue thou merci on me, haue thou merci on me; for my soule tristith in thee. And Y schal hope in the schadewe of thi wyngis; til wickidnesse passe.
Katoeng kruek kami hanah. Anih ih bungmu to paro hmah. Saul khae hoi thlungkhaw thungah cawnh nathuem ih. David ih miktam. Aw Sithaw, ka nuiah palungnathaih tawn raeh, ka nuiah palungnathaih tawn raeh! Hae raihaihnawk laem ai karoek to, ka hinghaih nang khaeah ni abuep; ue, na pakhrae tahlip ah ka buep han.
2 I schal crye to God altherhiyeste; to God that dide wel to me.
Kai han hmuennawk boih sahkung Sithaw, Kasang koek Sithaw khaeah ka hang han.
3 He sente fro heuene, and delyuerede me; he yaf in to schenschip hem that defoulen me. God sente his merci and his treuthe,
Anih mah van hoiah patoeh ueloe, kai caak han koeh kami mah kasaethuihaih thung hoiah na pahlong tih. Sithaw mah a palungnathaih hoi a loktang lok to patoeh tih. (Selah)
4 and delyuerede my soule fro the myddis of whelpis of liouns; Y slepte disturblid. The sones of men, the teeth of hem ben armuris and arowis; and her tunge is a scharp swerd.
Ka hinghaih loe kaipui salakah oh; kai loe hmawsaeng kaminawk salakah kang song, nihcae ih haa loe tayae hoi palaa baktiah oh, palainawk loe kanoe parai sumsen baktiah oh.
5 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie aboue al erthe.
Aw Sithaw, nang loe, vannawk ranui khoek to lensawk nasoe; na lensawkhaih loe long boenghaih khoek to om nasoe.
6 Thei maden redi a snare to my feet; and thei greetly boweden my lijf. Thei delueden a diche bifore my face; and thei felden doun in to it.
Nihcae loe ka caehhaih loklam ah palok to payang o, ka hinghaih thazok sut boeh; nihcae loe ka hmaa ah tangqom takaeh o moe, angmacae ih tangqom thungah a krak o. (Selah)
7 God, myn herte is redi, myn herte is redi; Y schal singe, and Y schal seie salm.
Aw Sithaw, ka palungthin loe cak, ka palungthin loe cak rap; laa to ka sak han, pakoehhaih laa to ka sak han.
8 Mi glorie, rise thou vp; sautrie and harpe, rise thou vp; Y schal rise vp eerli.
Ka hinghaih, angthawk ah! Katoeng hoi tamoinawk, angthawk oh! Kai doeh kang thawk palang han.
9 Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee among puplis; and Y schal seie salm among hethene men.
Aw Angraeng, kaminawk salakah, nang kang pakoeh han; prae kaminawk salakah doeh nang khaeah laa ka sak han.
10 For thi merci is magnified til to heuenes; and thi treuthe til to cloudis.
Tipongah tih nahaeloe nam lunghaih loe vannawk khoek to len moe, na loktang lok loe tamainawk khoek to phak boeh.
11 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie ouer al erthe.
Aw Sithaw, nang loe, vannawk ranui khoek to lensawk nasoe; na lensawkhaih loe long boenghaih khoek to om nasoe.
