Psalms 144
1 Of David. Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.
ElikaDavida. Udumo kalube kuThixo iDwala lami, yena ofundisa izandla zami ukulwa impi, leminwe yami ukuhlasela.
2 My rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet.
UnguNkulunkulu wami othandekayo lenqaba yami, inqaba yami lomkhululi wami, isihlangu sami engiphephela kuso, othobisa abantu bami ngaphansi kwami.
3 Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?
Kambe Thixo, umuntu uyini ungaze umnanze, indodana yomuntu ukuthi uyikhumbule na?
4 They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.
Umuntu unjengomphefumulo; insuku zakhe zinjengesithunzi esidlulayo masinyane.
5 Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.
Yahlukanisa izulu lakho, Oh Thixo, wehlele phansi; thinta izintaba, ukuze zithunqe intuthu.
6 Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound them.
Thumela umbane uzihlakaze izitha; phosa imitshoko yakho zichitheke.
7 Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
Yelula isandla sakho sisuka phezulu; ngihlenga ungikhulule emanzini alamandla abezizweni
8 who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
omilomo yabo igcwele amanga, ozandla zabo zokunene zilenkohliso.
9 O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.
Ngizakuhlabelela ingoma entsha, Oh Nkulunkulu; ngechacho lezintambo ezilitshumi ngizakutshayela ingoma,
10 For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.
kuye yedwa onika amakhosi ukunqoba, ohlenga inceku yakhe uDavida enkembeni ebulalayo.
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.
Ngihlenge, ungikhulule ezandleni zabezizwe omilomo yabo igcwele amanga, ozandla zabo zokunene zilenkohliso.
12 May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.
Kuzakuthi amadodana ethu ebutsheni bawo azakuba njengezihlahla ezikhuliswa kuhle, kuthi amadodakazi ethu abe njengezinsika ezibazelwe ukucecisa isigodlo.
13 May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.
Iziphala zethu zizagcwala ngemihlobo yonke yokudla. Izimvu zethu zizakwanda ngezinkulungwane, ngamatshumi ezinkulungwane emadlelweni ethu;
14 May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring in our streets.
inkabi zethu zizadonsa imithwalo enzima. Akusayikuba khona ukubhidlizwa kwemiduli, ukuya ebugqilini, lokukhala kosizi emigwaqweni yakithi.
15 Happy the people who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.
Babusisiwe labobantu lokhu okuzakwenzakala kubo; babusisiwe abantu oNkulunkulu wabo ngu Thixo.
