Psalms 144
1 Of David. Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.
Kathutkung: Devit Kaie lungsong lah kaawm e BAWIPA teh yawhawi lah awm lawiseh. Bawipa ni kaie kut hah tarankâtuk nahanelah a cangkhai teh, ka kutdawnnaw hah kâtuk nahanelah a cangkhai.
2 My rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet.
Bawipa teh kai lung na kapatawkung, kaie rapan, kai karasang e imrasang, kai na ka rungngangkung, kaie bahling lah ao. Kai teh ahni a ka kângue. Bawipa ni ka miphunnaw hah ka kut dawk a pha sak.
3 Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?
Oe BAWIPA, tami hah banglamouh ao teh, khuet na pouk va. Tami capa teh banglamouh ao teh, alawkpui lah khuet na ta va.
4 They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.
Tami teh kâha patetlah doeh ao. Ahnie a hninnaw haiyah tang kaloum e tâhlip patetlah doeh ao.
5 Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.
Oe BAWIPA, na kalvan rahnoum sak nateh, kum haw. Monnaw dawk hoi hmaikhu a tâco nahanelah kâbet haw.
6 Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound them.
Sumpapalik sak nateh, tarannaw hah kâkapek sak haw, na pala hoi ka nateh, ahnimanaw hah raphoe haw.
7 Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
Arasangnae koehoi na kut dâw haw. Moikapap e tui thung hoi thoseh, Jentelnaw e kut dawk hoi thoseh, kai hah na rungngang nateh, na hlout sak haw.
8 who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
Ahnimanaw e pahni teh laithoe hrawnghrang doeh a dei awh. Ahnimae aranglae kut hai dumyennae kut lah doeh ao.
9 O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.
Oe Cathut, kai teh, nang koe la katha ka sak han. A rui hra touh thueng e ratoung hoi na pholen han.
10 For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.
Bawipa, nang ni siangpahrangnaw hah rungngangnae na poe. Nange san Devit hai tahloi dawk hoi na hlout sak.
11 Snatch me from the cruel sword, rescue me from the hand of foreigners, who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
Jentelnaw e kut dawk hoi na rungngang nateh, na hlout sak haw. Ahnimae pahni teh laithoe hrawnghrang a dei awh. Ahnimae aranglae kut hai dumyennae kut lah a o
12 May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.
Kaimae capanaw teh a naw awh lahun navah a dawn ka sai lahun e patetlah awm awh naseh. Kaimae canunaw teh hak pathoup tangcoung e takinkhom patetlah awm naseh.
13 May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.
Kaimae capainaw teh, law dawk e a pawnaw hoi kawi lawiseh. Kaimae tunaw hai talai dawk thong touh, thong hra touh pungdaw lawiseh.
14 May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring in our streets.
Kaimae maitonaw teh thaw tawk hanlah a tha awm naseh. Thama lah kâennae awm hanh naseh, lawpnae awm hanh naseh. kaimae lamthung dawk khuikanae hai awm hanh naseh.
15 Happy the people who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.
Hot patetlah e yawhawinae hah ka coe e miphun teh yawhawi ao. BAWIPA hah amae Cathut lah ka bawk e miphun teh yawhawi ao.
