Psalms 65
1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm and Song of David. Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Zion: and to thee shall the vow be performed.
Aw Khawsa, Zion awh kyihcahnaak ing nang ce ni qeh hy; nang a venawh kaimih ak awi taaknaak ce soep kaw.
2 O thou that hearest prayer, to thee shall all flesh come.
Aw nang cykcahnaak awi ak za venawh, thlangkhqi boeih law kawm uh.
3 Iniquities prevail against me: as for our transgressions, thou shalt purge them away.
Thawlhnaak ing kaimih a ni sing khqi khoep awh, kaimih a ik-oeih sai thawlhnaak awh qeenkhaw ngai hyk ti.
4 Blessed is the man whom thou choosest, and causest to approach to thee, that he may dwell in thy courts: we shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, even of thy 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 terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation; who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are afar off upon 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 Who by his strength setteth fast the mountains; being girded with power:
Nak thaawmnaak ing mawlkhqi ak saikung, namah ingkaw namah ce tha awmnaak ing thoeih ang cam qu hyk ti,
7 Who stilleth the noise of the seas, the noise of their waves, and the tumult of the people.
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 that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy signs: thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.
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 Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, which is full of water: thou preparest them grain, when thou hast so provided for 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 Thou waterest the ridges of it abundantly: thou settlest its furrows: thou makest it soft with showers: thou blessest its growth.
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 Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; and thy paths drop fatness.
Kum ce thai taknaak ing myk nawh na phyihnaak vawh awm be ngen hy.
12 They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness: and the little hills rejoice on every side.
Qamkoh awm qam no saihim sak nawh; tlangkhqi ce awmhly zeelnaak ing sing hyk ti.
13 The pastures are clothed with flocks; the valleys also are covered over 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.
