Psalms 6

1 To the Chief Musician, with stringed Instruments upon the eighth. A Melody of David. O Yahweh! do not, in thine anger, correct me, nor, in thy wrath, chastise me.

Rhotoeng aka mawt ham a lung rhet dongkah David Tingtoenglung Aw BOEIPA, na thintoek neh nan tluung pawt tih, na kosi neh kai nan toel moenih.

2 Show me favour, O Yahweh, for languishing am I: Heal me, O Yahweh, —for dismayed are my bones:

Aw BOEIPA, Kai ka thana sut dongah kai n'rhen mai. Ka rhuh a hlinghlawk dongah kai n'hoeih sak lah BOEIPA.

3 Yea, my soul, is dismayed greatly, Thou, then, O Yahweh—how long?

Te dongah ka hinglu loh mat let coeng. Tedae BOEIPA nang me hil nim na koe ve?

4 Return, O Yahweh, deliver my soul, Save me, for the sake of thy lovingkindness;

Aw BOEIPA, ha mael laeh. Ka hinglu he pumcum sak lamtah, na sitlohnah neh kai he n'khang lah.

5 For, in death, is no remembrance of thee, —In hades, who shall give thanks unto thee? (Sheol h7585)

Dueknah khuiah nang aka poek te a om moenih. Nang te saelkhui lamkah ulong n'uem eh? (Sheol h7585)

6 I am weary with my sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch, —With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve:

Ka hueinah nen khaw ka kohnue coeng tih, khoyin takuem ka baiphaih dongah puet ka yoka. Te dongahka mikphi neh ka soengca ka sulpuem sak.

7 My face, is all sunken with sorrow, —it hath aged, because of all mine adversaries.

Ka mik khaw konoinah neh hmaang tih ka puencak cungkuem dongah ka haimo coeng.

8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, for Yahweh hath heard the voice of my weeping:

Ka rhah ol he BOEIPA loh a yaak coeng dongah boethae aka saii boeih kai taeng lamkah nong uh laeh.

9 Yahweh, hath heard my supplication, Yahweh, will receive, my prayer.

BOEIPA loh ka lungmacil a yaak tih, BOEIPA loh ka thangthuinah a doe.

10 Let all my foes, turn pale and be greatly dismayed, Again let them turn pale in a moment.

Ka thunkha boeih loh yak uh saeh lamtah darhek let uh saeh. Mikhaptok ah mael uh saeh lamtah yak uh saeh.