Psalms 144
1 Blessed be the LORD my strength which teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
Qaal tuknaak aham ka kut qawi cawngpyi nawh qaal kahnaak aham ka kut dawnkhqi ak cawngpyi Bawipa ka lungnu venawh kyihcahnaak awm seh.
2 My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdues my people under me.
Anih taw ka lungnaak Khawsa ingkaw ka vawngcak, ka qaltoeng vawng khoeng ingkaw anik hulkung, kang thuknaak phuhqa, ka hui awh thlangkhqi ak kun sak kung na awm hy.
3 LORD, what is man, that you take knowledge of him! or the son of man, that you make account of him!
Aw Bawipa, thlanghqing ve ikawmyihna nu tinawh nang ngainaak khak, thlanghqing capa awm nak poek loet?
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.
Thlanghqing taw hqi amyihna ni a awm; a hqing khui khawnghi awm myihlip ak khum bang amyihna ni a awm.
5 Bow your heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
Aw Bawipa, nak khankhqi ce nung ngam sak nawh nu law lah, tlangkhqi ce a khunaak aham bi lah.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out your arrows, and destroy them.
Khawpha tyi nawhtaw qaalkhqi ce kqeng a zang na ta kang lah; na la ce kap nawhtaw dawng lam hang sak lah.
7 Send your hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
Hun sang nakawng na kut ce nuk thla law nawh; ni hul nawh tuih tha ak awm ing, thlakchangkhqi kut khui awhkawng ni hul cang lah,
8 Whose mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
cekkhqi am kha taw qaai kqawn thai unawh, amik tang ben kutkhqi awm qaai ak kqawn kut na awm uhy.
9 I will sing a new song unto you, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto you.
Aw Khawsa, nang a venawh lak thai sa vang nyng; a qui pahqa ak law tingtoeng ing nang a venawh tumding tum kawng nyng,
10 It is he that gives salvation unto kings: who delivers David his servant from the hurtful sword.
sangpahrangkhqi venawh noengnaak ak pekung, thihnaak kawi zawzi awhkawng a tyihzawih David ak loet sakkung a venawh ce.
11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
Qaai ing ak be khakhqi ingkaw qaai kqawn ak nget tang ben kut ak ta qap chang thlangkhqi kut khuiawh kawng ni hul nawhtaw ni thaawng cang lah.
12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the embodiment of a palace:
Cawhtaw ka capa thak awm hui khqi awm a dawn ak sai thingkung amyihna awm kawm usaw, ka canukhqi awm sangpahrang a im awhkaw a thoeihcam hqeet tungkhqi amyihna awm kawm uh.
13 That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
Kaimih ak khaikhqi awm ai kawi soepkep ing bengen kaw. Kaimih a tuukhqi awm thong sang dyna pung a tai kawmsaw ka mimah a lo khuiawh lym kawm uh;
14 That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
vaitawm caikhqi ing phyihqih phyi kawm uh. Cawhtaw vawng hqe awi am ning za voel kaw, thlang a tamnaa na amni khum voel kawmsaw, lam awh kawseet kqangnaak awi am ning za voel ti kaw.
15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.
Ve ak awi ve ak thym thlangkhqi ham taw a zoseen hy; Bawipa ce Khawsa na ak takhqi taw a zoseen hy.
