Psalms 144

1 By David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—

Ko e Saame ʻa Tevita. Ke monūʻia pē ʻa Sihova ko hoku makatuʻu, ʻaia ʻoku ne ako ki hoku nima ketau, mo hoku louhiʻi nima ke tau:

2 my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.

Ko hoku leleiʻanga, mo ʻeku kolo: mo hoku fale māʻolunga, mo hoku fakamoʻui; ko hoku fakaū, pea ko ia ʻoku ou falala ki ai; ʻoku ne fakamoʻulaloaʻi hoku kakai kiate au.

3 Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?

‌ʻE Sihova, ko e hā ʻae tangata, ʻoku ke tokanga ai kiate ia! Pe ko e foha ʻoe tangata, koeʻuhi ʻoku ke finangalo kiate ia!

4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

‌ʻOku tatau ʻae tangata mo e meʻa vaʻinga: ko hono ngaahi ʻaho ʻoku hangē ko e ʻata ʻoku mole atu.

5 Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

Ofeʻi hifo, ʻE Sihova, ho ngaahi langi, pea ke hāʻele hifo: ala ki he ngaahi moʻunga, pea tenau kohu ai.

6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.

Lī atu ʻae ʻuhila, pea fakamovete ʻakinautolu: fanaʻi atu hoʻo ngaahi ngahau, mo fakaʻauha ʻakinautolu.

7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,

Fekau mai ho nima mei ʻolunga; fakamoʻui au, mo fakahaofi au mei he ngaahi vai lahi, mei he nima ʻoe fānau ʻae muli;

8 whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

‌ʻAkinautolu ʻoku lea ʻaki ʻe honau ngutu ʻae vaʻinga, pea ko honau nima toʻomataʻu ko e nima toʻomataʻu ʻoe loi.

9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.

‌ʻE ʻOtua, te u hiva ʻaki ʻae hiva foʻou kiate koe: te u hiva fakamālō kiate koe ʻaki ʻae saliteli mo e meʻa faiva ʻoku filo ʻe hongofulu.

10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.

Ko ia ia ʻoku ne foaki ʻae fakamoʻui ki he ngaahi tuʻi: ʻoku ne fakamoʻui ʻa Tevita ko ʻene tamaioʻeiki mei he heletā ʻoe kovi.

11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

Fakamoʻui au, mo fakahaofi au mei he nima ʻoe fānau ʻae muli; ʻakinautolu ʻoku lea ʻaki ʻe honau ngutu ʻae vaʻinga, pea ko honau nima toʻomataʻu ko e nima toʻomataʻu ʻoe loi:

12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

Koeʻuhi ke tatau homau ngaahi foha mo e ngaahi ʻakau naʻe tupu ʻi heʻenau talavou; ke tatau homau ngaahi ʻofefine mo e ngaahi maka ʻoe tuliki, kuo tā ʻo fakatatau mo e fale fakaʻeiʻeiki:

13 Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

Koeʻuhi ke pito ai homau ngaahi feleoko, ʻoku ʻomi mei ai ʻae meʻakai kehekehe kotoa pē: ke fānau ʻemau ngaahi fanga sipi ʻi he lauʻi afe mo e lauʻi mano ʻi homau ngaahi hala:

14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.

Ke mālohi ai ʻemau fanga pulu tangata ke ngāue; ke ʻoua naʻa ai ʻae ʻoho mai, pē ʻae hola kituaʻā; ke ʻoua naʻa ai ha lāunga ʻi homau ngaahi hala.

15 Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh.

‌ʻOku monūʻia ʻae kakai ko ia, ʻaia ʻoku pehē: ʻio, ʻoku monūʻia ʻae kakai ko ia, ʻoku ʻOtua ʻaki ʻa Sihova.