Tingtoeng 144
1 David kah Caemtloek ham ka kutdawn neh caemrhal ham ka kut aka cang puei, ka lungpang BOEIPA tah a yoethen pai saeh.
BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, My fingers for battle.
2 Ka sitlohnah neh ka rhalvong, ka imsang neh kai ham kai aka hlawt ka photling, ka hmuiah ka pilnam aka hnaa amah dongah ni ka ying.
My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
3 BOEIPA aw hlang te metlam nim na ming tih amah hlanghing capa te amah la na moeh.
YHWH, what [is] man that You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?
4 Hlang he a hohing la lutlat tih a khohnin khaw mueihlip bangla khum.
Man has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
5 BOEIPA namah kah vaan ke koisu lamtah ha rhum laeh. Tlang ke puei lamtah khuu uh kangna saeh.
YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
6 Rhaek daeh sak lamtah amih te taekyak lah. Na thaltang dong lamtah amih te khawkkhek lah.
Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them,
7 Hmuensang lamkah na kut yueng lamtah kai m'paco lah. Tui len lamkah khaw, kholong hlang kah kut lamlong khaw kai n'huul lah.
Send forth Your hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
8 Amih ka te a poeyoek la cal uh tih a bantang bantang ah laithae om.
Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
9 Pathen namah taengah laa thai ka sa saeh lamtah namah te thangpa parha neh kan tingtoeng eh.
O God, I sing to You a new song, I sing praise to You on a stringed instrument of ten strings.
10 Manghai rhoek te loeihnah aka pae tih a sal David te boethae cunghang lamloh aka paco.
Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
11 Kai he m'paco lamtah kholong ca rhoek kut lamloh kai n'huul lah. Amih ka te a poeyoek la cal tih a bantang bantang ah a honghi kak la om.
Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood,
12 Kaimih koca rhoek tah a camoe vaengah mupoe bangla rhoeng. Ka tu rhoek te bawkim muei la a saek rhungsut bangla omuh.
Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished—the likeness of a palace,
13 Ka thaidi loh a com a luem lamkah te a khawk la a dang. Ka khohmuen ah ka boiva loh thawt tih pungtai.
Our granaries [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
14 Ka boeihlum aka tloeng khaw puut pawt tih khumpael pawh. Te dongah henah loh kaimih toltung ah om pawh.
Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
15 Amah kah pilnam te tah a yoethen pai. BOEIPA te a Pathen la aka khueh pilnam te tah a yoethen pai.
O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [is] YHWH!
