< Psalms 144 >

1 [A Psalm] of David. Blessed be Jehovah my rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight;
David kah Caemtloek ham ka kutdawn neh caemrhal ham ka kut aka cang puei, ka lungpang BOEIPA tah a yoethen pai saeh.
2 My mercy and my fortress, my high tower and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I trust, who subdueth my people under me!
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.
3 Jehovah, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him, the son of man, that thou takest thought of him?
BOEIPA aw hlang te metlam nim na ming tih amah hlanghing capa te amah la na moeh.
4 Man is like to vanity; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Hlang he a hohing la lutlat tih a khohnin khaw mueihlip bangla khum.
5 Jehovah, bow thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they smoke;
BOEIPA namah kah vaan ke koisu lamtah ha rhum laeh. Tlang ke puei lamtah khuu uh kangna saeh.
6 Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; send forth thine arrows, and discomfit them:
Rhaek daeh sak lamtah amih te taekyak lah. Na thaltang dong lamtah amih te khawkkhek lah.
7 Stretch out thy hands from above; rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of aliens,
Hmuensang lamkah na kut yueng lamtah kai m'paco lah. Tui len lamkah khaw, kholong hlang kah kut lamlong khaw kai n'huul lah.
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Amih ka te a poeyoek la cal uh tih a bantang bantang ah laithae om.
9 O God, I will sing a new song unto thee; with the ten-stringed lute will I sing psalms unto thee:
Pathen namah taengah laa thai ka sa saeh lamtah namah te thangpa parha neh kan tingtoeng eh.
10 Who givest salvation unto kings; who rescuest David thy servant from the hurtful sword.
Manghai rhoek te loeihnah aka pae tih a sal David te boethae cunghang lamloh aka paco.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of aliens, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
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.
12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; our daughters as corner-columns, sculptured after the fashion of a palace:
Kaimih koca rhoek tah a camoe vaengah mupoe bangla rhoeng. Ka tu rhoek te bawkim muei la a saek rhungsut bangla omuh.
13 Our granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;
Ka thaidi loh a com a luem lamkah te a khawk la a dang. Ka khohmuen ah ka boiva loh thawt tih pungtai.
14 Our kine laden [with young]; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets.
Ka boeihlum aka tloeng khaw puut pawt tih khumpael pawh. Te dongah henah loh kaimih toltung ah om pawh.
15 Blessed the people that is in such a case! Blessed the people whose God is Jehovah!
Amah kah pilnam te tah a yoethen pai. BOEIPA te a Pathen la aka khueh pilnam te tah a yoethen pai.

< Psalms 144 >