Psalms 144
1 A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my Rock, who traineth my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
KAPING ong Ieowa ai paip, me kin padaki ong pa i kat pei, o sondin pa i kat mauin.
2 My lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and He in whom I take refuge; who subdueth my people under me.
Komui ai mak, o ai kel, o ai imateng ileile, o ai saundor, o pere pa i, i me i kin liki, me kin kaloedi ong ia ngai aramas akan.
3 LORD, what is man, that Thou takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that Thou makest account of him?
Dakot aramas o, pwe komui kin kotin kupukupura i, de nain aramas, pwe komui kin kotin apapwali i?
4 Man is like unto a breath; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Aramas amen dueta sota meakot, a ansau kin tangwei dueta mota.
5 O LORD, bow Thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Maing Ieowa, kotikidi sapwilim ar lang akan o kotidi dong kit, kotin sair nana kan, pwe adiniai en kusuda.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them.
O kotin kadarado liol, pwen kamueit ir pasang, kasiki wei sapwilim ar kanangan kasik kan, pwen kamasak ir wei.
7 Stretch forth Thy hands from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, out of the hand of strangers;
Kapawei lim ar akan sang ni mol omui wasa ileile o dore ia la, o kotin kamaur ia da sang nan pil kalaimun o sang nan pa en nain men wai,
8 Whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
Me au arail kin lokaia likam o ar wiawia kan me sapung.
9 O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee, upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee;
Maing Kot, i pan kaule kin komui kaul kap pot, i pan kasangki ong komui arp, psalter me sal eisok.
10 Who givest salvation unto kings, who rescuest David Thy servant from the hurtful sword.
Komui me kotiki ong nanmarki kan, ren poedi, o dorela sapwilim omui ladu Dawid sang ni kodlas en me sued.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
Re pil kotin dore ia la sang nan pa en nain men wai, me au arail kin lokaia likam o ar wiawia kan me sapung.
12 We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth; whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved after the fashion of a palace;
Pwe nait putak kan en kakairida dueta tuka mau kan, o nait seripein dueta mas en did en nan kaim en im lingan eu.
13 Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
Pwe at pera en nak en dir en kisin manga, en itar ong kikiwei song karos, o at sip akan en kaparapar mau, wiala kid o nen pon at mos o;
14 Whose oxen are well laden; with no breach, and no going forth, and no outcry in our broad places;
O at kau ol en kak ong dodok toto, pwe sota me sued kot de men kuli, de sangesang en wiaui nan al at akan.
15 Happy is the people that is in such a case. Yea, happy is the people whose God is the LORD.
Meid pai wei eu, me kin due met! Meid pai wei eu, me Ieowa arail Kot!
