Saam 30

1 Aw Bawipa, nang ce ni zoeksang vang nyng, nang ing a dungnaak hun awhkawng nik dawk nawh ka qaalkhqi kak khan awh amik kaw am qep sak hyk ti.

A psalm of David. A song for the dedication of the Temple. I will extol you, O Lord, because you have lifted me up, and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.

2 Aw Bawipa ka Khawsa, qeenaak thoeh doena kak khy awh ce nang ing ni qoei sak hyk ti.

I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, and you healed me.

3 Aw Bawipa, phyi ak khui awhkawng nik dawk tiksaw; lawk-kqawng khuina ceh sak kaana nim hlyn hyk ti. (Sheol h7585)

You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. (Sheol h7585)

4 Nangmih ak thlangciimkhqi aw, Bawipa venawh laa sa lah uh: ang ming caih ce kyihcah lah uh.

Sing praise to the Lord, faithful people; give thanks to his holy name.

5 Ak kawsonaak taw kawlkalh ca doeng awh ni, cehlai a zeelnaak taw hqing khui dy aham awm hy; cimthan awh ning kqang hly mai hlai hy, mymcang awh zeelnaak law tlaih hy.

For his anger lasts only a moment, his favor endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.

6 Kang ngaih a ding tloek awh ce “am tat qoe tikawng” ti nyng.

When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken.

7 Aw Bawipa, kak khan awh nak kaw a zeel awh, ka tlang ce ak cak na dyih sak hyk ti; cehlai na haai na thuh awhtaw ngaihang tum na awm hqoeng nyng.

For by your favor, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded.

8 Aw Bawipa, nang ni ka nik khy; Bawipa venawh qeennaak thoeh doena khy nyng.

Then to you, Lord, I cried, to the Lord I begged for mercy,

9 Ka seetnaak ingkaw lawk-kqawng khuina ka cehnaak ve nang aham hawihkhangnaak ikaw a awm? Dekvai ing nang ce anik kyih hly nu?

“What profit is there in my blood, if I go down to the pit? Can you be praised by dust? Can it tell of your faithfulness?

10 Aw Bawipa ngai law nawhtaw, nim qeen lah; Aw Bawipa kai anik bawmkung na awm law lah.

Hear, Lord, and show me your favor, Lord be a helper to me.”

11 Kang kqangnaak ve lamnaak na coeng law sak hyk ti; nang ing dipche kang byng ve ni khoe pe nawh zeelnaak ing ni sing hyk ti.

You have turned my mourning to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed me with joy:

12 Kak kawlung ing a awm dym kaana laa sa kaw, Aw Bawipa ka Khawsa, na venawh kumqui dyna zeelnaak awi kqawn kawng.

that unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.