Psalms 142

1 Maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a Prayer. With my voice I cry unto the LORD; with my voice I make supplication unto the LORD.

Bawipa venawh khawteh na khy nyng; qeennaak thoeh doena Bawipa venawh awi y nyng.

2 I pour out my complaint before Him, I declare before Him my trouble;

A haiawh ka ngaihnaak awi kqawn pe nyng saw; ka kyinaak ce a haiawh kqawn pe nyng.

3 When my spirit fainteth within me — Thou knowest my path — in the way wherein I walk have they hidden a snare for me.

Kak khuina kang myihla ve a zai awh, nang ing ni ka lam ve na sim law. Ka cehnaak lam awh thlangkhqi ing ang hyp na dawng dun law uhy.

4 Look on my right hand, and see, for there is no man that knoweth me; I have no way to flee; no man careth for my soul.

Kak tang ben ve toek mai lah; kai anik ngainaak u pynoet awm am awm hy. Thuknaak am ta nyng saw; kai ka hqingnaak ve u ingawm ikaw na am huhy.

5 I have cried unto Thee, O LORD; I have said: 'Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.'

Aw Bawipa, nang a venawh khy nyng, “Nang taw kang thuknaak na awm hyk ti, ak hqingkhqi qam awh ka taham na awm hyk ti,” ti nyng.

6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors; for they are too strong for me.

Kak khynaak awi ve ngai lah, ni ngoe soeih nyng; kai anik hquutkhqi kut khuiawh kawng ni hul lah, kai aham taw amik tha awm soeih hy.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto Thy name; the righteous shall crown themselves because of me; for Thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

Nang ming kam kyihcah thainaak aham, thawngim khui awhkawng ni loet sak lah. Cawhtaw kak khan awh na leeknaak awh ve thlak dyngkhqi ing nik chung khqi khoep kaw.