Tingtoeng 42
1 Aka mawt ham Korah ca rhoek kah Hlohlai Rhangrhaeh loh sokca tui a phoe bangla ka hinglu loh Pathen namah te m'phoe.
For the music director. A psalm (maskil) of the sons of Korah. As a deer longs for flowing streams, so I long for you, God.
2 Pathen tah mulhing Pathen oeh dongah ka hinglu loh halthi sut. Me vaengah nim ka caeh vetih Pathen maelhmai ka hmuh ve?
I am thirsty for God, the living God. When can I go and see God's face?
3 Hnin at puet kai taengah, “Na Pathen ta melae?,” a ti dongah khoyin khothaih ah ka mikphi te kai ham buh la om coeng.
My tears have been my only food, day and night, while people ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
4 Hekah he ka poek vaengah ka hinglu loh ka khuiah paeng. Amih loh Pathen im ah uemonah tamlung ol neh a lilup la a lam uh vaengah ka cet sui tih rhoiding neh vawlhvawlh ka van lah sue.
I am crushed as I remember how I walked with the crowds, leading them in a procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and songs of thanks among the worshipers at the festival.
5 Ka hinglu loh ba dongah na ngam sut tih ka khuiah huenghueng na ko? Amah hmai kah khangnah ka uem ham pueng dongah Pathen te ngaiuep lah.
Why am I so discouraged? Why do I feel so sad? I will hope in God; I will praise him because he is the one who saves me—
6 Aw ka Pathen, ka khuikah ka hinglu loh ngam sut coeng. Te dongah Jordan kho neh Hermon som lamkah, Mizar tlang lamkah nang kan ngaidam ni.
my God! Even though I am very discouraged, I still remember you: from the land of Jordan and Hermon, and from Mount Mizar.
7 Na tuikun ol neh tuidung te tuidung taengla patoeng a khue. Na tuiphu neh na tuilae boeih loh kai soah n'li.
You thunder through the raging waters, through the noise of the waterfalls. Your crashing waves surge over me—I feel like I'm drowning.
8 Tedae BOEIPA loh khothaih ah a sitlohnah a uen dongah khoyin ah a lumlaa neh ka hingnah Pathen taengah thangthuinah ka khueh.
But every day the Lord shows me his trustworthy love; every night he gives me songs to sing—a prayer to the God of my life.
9 Ka thaelpang Pathen taengah, “Ba ham lae kai nan hnilh. Thunkha kah hnaemtaek dongah ba ham lae kopang neh ka van eh?,” ka ti nah.
I cry out, “My God, my rock, why have you forgotten me? Why must I go around weeping because of the attacks of my enemies?”
10 Kamah kah puencak vaengah amih loh kai taengah hnin at puet, “Na Pathen te melae,” a ti uh tih kai m'veet uh dongah ka rhuh vingving nuei.
The mocking of my attackers crushes my bones. They're always asking me, “Where is your God?”
11 Aw ka hinglu badongah na ngam sut tih ka khuiah huenghueng ko? Pathen te ngaiuep lah. Ka hmai kah khangnah neh ka Pathen amah te ka uem dae mako.
Why am I so discouraged? Why do I feel so sad? I will hope in God; I will praise him because he is the one who saves me—my God!
