Psalms 144
1 [A Psalm] of David. Blessed [be] the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, [and] my fingers to fight:
KAPING ong Ieowa ai paip, me kin padaki ong pa i kat pei, o sondin pa i kat mauin.
2 My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and [he] in whom I trust; 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 to vanity: his days [are] as a shadow that passeth away.
Aramas amen dueta sota meakot, a ansau kin tangwei dueta mota.
5 Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall 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: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
O kotin kadarado liol, pwen kamueit ir pasang, kasiki wei sapwilim ar kanangan kasik kan, pwen kamasak ir wei.
7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
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 vanity, and their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
Me au arail kin lokaia likam o ar wiawia kan me sapung.
9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery [and] an instrument 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 [It is he] that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his 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 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood:
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 That our sons [may be] as plants grown up in their youth; [that] our daughters [may be] as corner stones, polished [after] the similitude 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 [That] our garners [may be] full, affording all manner of store: [that] our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
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 [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.
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 that] people, that is in such a case: [yea], happy [is that] people, whose God [is] the LORD.
Meid pai wei eu, me kin due met! Meid pai wei eu, me Ieowa arail Kot!
