Psalms 144
1 A psalm of David. Praise the Lord—he is my rock. He trains me for battle, he gives me skill for war.
Atukuzwe Yahwe, mwamba wangu, anifundishaye mikono yangu vita na vidole vyangu kupigana.
2 He is the one who faithfully loves me, protects me, and defends me. He is the one who rescues me, shields me from danger, and keeps me safe. He defeats nations and places them under my rule.
Wewe ni uaminifu wa agano langu na ngome yangu, mnara wangu mrefu na uniokoaye, ngao yangu na yule ambaye katika yeye napata kimbilio, uyatiishaye mataifa chini yangu.
3 Lord, what are human beings that you should care about them? What are people that you should concern yourself with them?
Ee Yahwe, mtu ni kitu gani hata umtazame au mwana wa mtu hata umfikirie?
4 Humanity is like a breath; their lives are like a passing shadow.
Mtu ni kama pumzi, siku zake ni kama uvuli upitao.
5 Part your heavens and come down. Touch the mountains so that they give off smoke.
Ee Yahwe uziinamishe mbingu na ushuke chini, uiguse milima na uifanye kutoa moshi.
6 Scatter your enemies with flashes of lightning! Let your arrows fly and send them running in confusion!
Utume umeme uwatawanye adui zangu; upige mishale yako na uwavuruge.
7 Stretch down your hand from heaven and set me free. Rescue me from raging waters, from the oppression of foreign enemies.
Nyosha mkono wako toka juu; uniokoe kutoka katika maji mengi, na kutoka katika mkono wa wageni.
8 They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
vinywa vyao hunena uongo, na mkono wao wa kuume ni mkono wa uongo.
9 God, I will sing a new song to you, accompanied by a ten-stringed harp,
Nitakuimbia wimbo mpya, Mungu; kwa kinanda cha nyuzi kumi nitakuimbia sifa wewe,
10 to you, the one who gives victory to kings. You saved your servant David from death by the sword.
uwapaye wafalme wokovu, uliye muokoa Daudi mtumishi wako dhidi ya upanga wa uovu.
11 Set me free. Rescue me from the oppression of foreign enemies. They are such liars, even telling lies under oath.
Uniokoe na unitoe mkononi mwa wageni. Midomo yao huongea uongo, na mkono wao wa kuume ni mkono wa uongo.
12 Then our sons will grow up like plants in their youth and become mature, and our daughters will be like beautiful pillars carved to support a palace.
Wana wetu na wawe kama mimea ikuayo kwa ukumbwa timilifu katika ujana wao na binti zetu kama nguzo za pembeni, zilizonakishiwa kwa kupamba jumba la kifahari.
13 Our storehouses will be full of all kinds of crops; our flocks of sheep will grow by thousands, increasing by tens of thousands in the pastures.
Ghala zetu na zijae akiba ya kila aina ya mazao, na kondoo wetu wazae elfu na makumi elfu mashambani mwetu.
14 Our cattle will grow fat. No one will break down our city walls, there will be no exile, no cries of mourning in our town squares.
Kisha ng'ombe wetu watakuwa na nddama wengi. Hakuna atakayevunja kuta zetu; hakutakuwa na uhamisho wala kilio mitaani mwetu.
15 The people who live like this will be happy. Happy are those whose God is the Lord.
Wamebarikiwa watu wenye baraka hizo; furaha ina watu ambao Mungu wao ni Yahwe.
