Psalms 42
1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme to give instruction, committed to the sonnes of Korah. As the harte brayeth for the riuers of water, so panteth my soule after thee, O God.
Sakhi sitwi chimset ngaichat dangchah bangin, kahin ngaicha e O Pathen.
2 My soule thirsteth for God, euen for the liuing God: when shall I come and appeare before the presence of God?
Hingjing Pathen chu dangchah in kalha ngai e. Itih tahle kache a a-anga kachibai theiding ham?
3 My teares haue bin my meate day and night, while they dayly say vnto me, Where is thy God?
Sunle jan in lonlhi bou ann in kanei tai, kagal miten phattin in ei enghouvun “Na Pathen hoiya umham atiuve”?
4 When I remembred these things, I powred out my very heart, because I had gone with the multitude, and ledde them into the House of God with the voyce of singing, and prayse, as a multitude that keepeth a feast.
Kalung thim analheh ji e thil umdan hochu kageldoh ji teng: Pathen houin a Mihonpi chutoh kilhon a, tanggol a Pathen inlam jon a kitol a thangvah la kisa a mihonpin golvah kibolji hochu!
5 Why art thou cast downe, my soule, and vnquiet within me? waite on God: for I will yet giue him thankes for the helpe of his presence.
Ibol a kei lunglha dah kahim? Ibol a kalung hibanga hesoh a ham? Keiman Pathen a kinepna giltah kanei in! Ken ama kathang vah kit ding ahi ka huhhing pu ka Pathen.
6 My God, my soule is cast downe within me, because I remember thee, from the land of Iorden, and Hermonim, and from the mount Mizar.
Tun keima kalung alhadah lheh jengtai, hinlah Jordan hung kondoh na, Hermon molsanga lang hijong le kahin gel doh jing ding nahi.
7 One deepe calleth another deepe by the noyse of thy water spoutes: all thy waues and thy floods are gone ouer me.
Nang man twipibang nakinon a naki ho twikhanglen gin chu kajai, nangma tkuipi kidilleh twipi kitol chun eihin lonvuh in ahi.
8 The Lord will graunt his louing kindenesse in the day, and in the night shall I sing of him, euen a prayer vnto the God of my life.
Ahinlah niseh in Pakaiyin angailutna longlou chun eiphung vuh jingin, chuleh janseh leh ama vahchoila kasajin hinkho eipe a Pakai komma chun kataojin ahi.
9 I wil say vnto God, which is my rocke, Why hast thou forgotten mee? why goe I mourning, when the enemie oppresseth me?
O Pakai ksongpi keima kakapme, ipi dinga neisuhmil hitam? Ipi dinga kadougal te bol hesoh jeh a lunggima kavale jingding ham?
10 My bones are cut asunder, while mine enemies reproch me, saying dayly vnto me, Where is thy God?
Eihou setnao hin kagep lhatan ahi, “Na Pathen hoiya umham,” tin eidong jingun ahi.
11 Why art thou cast downe, my soule? and why art thou disquieted within mee? waite on God: for I wil yet giue him thankes: he is my present helpe, and my God.
Ipi dinga keima hiti lungkham kahin, epidinga hiti lungboi kahim? Keiman Pathennah kakinepna koijing ting chuleh eihuhhing paleh kaPathen chu avellin thangvah kit inge.
