Psalms 42
1 For the Chief Musician. A contemplation by the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.
Katoeng kruek zaehoikung hanah, Korah caanawk ih Maskil. Tasuk mah tui anghaeh baktih toengah, Aw Sithaw, ka pakhra mah nang to tui ah anghaeh.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?
Ka hinghaih mah Sithaw, kahing Sithaw to tui baktiah anghaeh: natuek naah maw kang zoh moe, Sithaw hmaa ah kam tueng han?
3 My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
Minawk mah, Na Sithaw loe naah maw oh? tiah ang naa o tuektuek pongah, khoving khodai mikkhraetui hae buh baktiah ka caak.
4 These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to God’s house, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.
Hae hmuennawk ka poek naah, ka hinghaih patangkhang: kai loe pop parai kaminawk hoi nawnto anghoehaih hoi saphawhaih laa sak hanah, Sithaw ih im ah ka caeh; pop parai poihkung caeh kaminawk hoi nawnto ka caeh o.
5 Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.
Aw ka hinghaih, tipongah na ngam sut loe? Tipongah ka thungah dawnraihaih hoiah na oh loe? Angraeng to oep ah: kai pahlongkung, ka bok ih Sithaw tahmenhaih to ka saphaw han vop.
6 My God, my soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.
Ka hinghaih loe ka palung thungah angam sut boeh pongah, Jordan prae, Hermon mae, Mizar mae hoiah nang to kang panoek poe han.
7 Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.
Nang ih tacangtui hoi kangphui tuikennawk loe maeto hoi maeto ang kawk o moe, kai ang uem o zup boeh.
8 GOD will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.
Toe khodai naah Angraeng mah a tahmenhaih lok to paek moe, khoving ah angmah ih laa to kai han ang paek pongah, ka hinghaih Sithaw khaeah lawkthuihaih hoiah ka oh.
9 I will ask God, my rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”
Ka Sithaw lungsong khaeah, Tipongah nang pahnet ving loe? Tipongah ka misa mah ang pacaekthlaek moe, palungsethaih hoiah ka oh loe? tiah ka naa.
10 As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, “Where is your God?”
Ka misanawk mah, Na Sithaw loe naah naw oh? tiah vaihi hoi vaihi ang dueng o pongah, ka huhnawk angkhaeh moe, kai kasae ang thuih o boeh.
11 Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.
Aw ka hinghaih, tipongah na ngam sut loe? Tipongah ka palung thungah dawnraihaih hoiah na oh loe? Sithaw to oep ah: kai pahlongkung, ka bok ih Sithaw hoihhaih to ka saphaw han vop.
