< Psalms 51 >

1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David, when Nathan the prophet came to him, after he had gone in to Bathsheba. Have mercy on me, God, according to your loving kindness. According to the multitude of your tender mercies, blot out my transgressions.
Katoeng kruek zaehoikung hanah. David mah Bathsheba zae haih pacoengah, anih khae tahmaa Nathan angzoh nathuem ih. David ih Saam laa. Aw Angraeng, nam lunghaih hoiah na tahmen raeh: na palung nathaih kalen parai hoiah ka sakpazaehaihnawk hae ciimsak ah.
2 Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity. Cleanse me from my sin.
Ka sakpazaehaih pasae paeh loe, ka zaehaih thung hoiah na ciimsak ah.
3 For I know my transgressions. My sin is constantly before me.
Tipongah tih nahaeloe ka sakpazae ih hmuennawk to ka panoek: ka zaehaih loe ka hmaa ah oh poe boeh.
4 Against you, and you only, I have sinned, and done that which is evil in your sight, so you may be proved right when you speak, and justified when you judge.
Na lok ka aek moeng boeh, nang khae khue ah, zaehaih ka sak moe, na hmaa ah sethaih ka sak moeng boeh: to pongah lok na thuih naah na toenghaih to amtueng, coek koi om ai ah lok na caek.
5 Behold, I was born in iniquity. My mother conceived me in sin.
Khenah, tapen tangsuek nathuem hoiah ka zae boeh; kam no mah zaehaih hoiah ang pomh boeh.
6 Behold, you desire truth in the inward parts. You teach me wisdom in the inmost place.
Khenah, nang loe athung ah loktang oh hanah na koeh: ka palung hanah palunghahaih to na patuk ah.
7 Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean. Wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
Hyssop hoiah na pasae ah, to tiah nahaeloe ka ciim tih: na pasae ah, to tih nahaeloe dantui pongah kang lung kue tih.
8 Let me hear joy and gladness, that the bones which you have broken may rejoice.
Anghoehaih hoi oephaih lok to na thaisak ah; to tiah nahaeloe nang khaehsak ih ka huhnawk to anghoe o tih.
9 Hide your face from my sins, and blot out all of my iniquities.
Ka zaehaihnawk pongah na mikhmai to hawk ving ah loe, ka sakpazaehaihnawk boih to ciimsak ah.
10 Create in me a clean heart, O God. Renew a right spirit within me.
Aw Sithaw, ka thungah kaciim palung to suem ah, ka thungah muithla to angthasak ah.
11 Don’t throw me from your presence, and don’t take your Holy Spirit from me.
Na hmaa hoiah na haek ving hmah, kai khae ih kacai na Muithla to la ving hmah.
12 Restore to me the joy of your salvation. Uphold me with a willing spirit.
Na pahlonghaih hoi kasaeng anghoehaih to na paek let ah loe, poekhoihaih hoiah na patawn ah.
13 Then I will teach transgressors your ways. Sinners will be converted to you.
To tiah nahaeloe hmuen sah pazae kaminawk khaeah na loklam to ka patuek thai ueloe, zae kaminawk doeh nang khaeah amlaem o let tih.
14 Deliver me from the guilt of bloodshed, O God, the God of my salvation. My tongue will sing aloud of your righteousness.
Aw Sithaw, kai akrangkung Sithaw, kami athii palong zaehaih thung hoiah na pahlong ah: to tiah nahaeloe ka palai mah na toenghaih laa to sah tih.
15 Lord, open my lips. My mouth will declare your praise.
Aw Angraeng, ka pahni hae paong ah: to tiah nahaeloe ka pakha mah nang pakoehhaih lok to thui tih.
16 For you don’t delight in sacrifice, or else I would give it. You have no pleasure in burnt offering.
Nang loe angbawnhaih to na koeh ai; nang koeh nahaeloe angbawnhaih to kang paek han boeh: nang loe hmai angbawnhaih ah nang hoe ai.
17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit. O God, you will not despise a broken and contrite heart.
Sithaw mah koeh ih angbawnhaihnawk loe, kamro phaeng palung hae ni: Aw Sithaw, kakoi phaeng palung hoi dawnpakhuemhaih palung tawn kaminawk to na patoek mak ai.
18 Do well in your good pleasure to Zion. Build the walls of Jerusalem.
Zion mae loe na koehhaih baktiah omsak ah; Jerusalem sipaenawk to pathawk let ah.
19 Then you will delight in the sacrifices of righteousness, in burnt offerings and in whole burnt offerings. Then they will offer bulls on your altar.
To naah toenghaih hoi paek ih angbawnhaih, hmai angbawnhaih, takpum boih hmai angbawnhaih to nang hoe haih tih; to pacoengah loe nihcae mah na hmaicam ah maitaw taenawk to paek o tih boeh.

< Psalms 51 >