Psalms 144
1 A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.
KAPING ong Ieowa ai paip, me kin padaki ong pa i kat pei, o sondin pa i kat mauin.
2 He is my goodnes and my fortresse, my towre and my deliuerer, my shield, and in him I trust, which subdueth my people vnder me.
Komui ai mak, o ai kel, o ai imateng ileile, o ai saundor, o pere pa i, i me i kin liki, me kin kaloedi ong ia ngai aramas akan.
3 Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!
Dakot aramas o, pwe komui kin kotin kupukupura i, de nain aramas, pwe komui kin kotin apapwali i?
4 Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
Aramas amen dueta sota meakot, a ansau kin tangwei dueta mota.
5 Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.
Maing Ieowa, kotikidi sapwilim ar lang akan o kotidi dong kit, kotin sair nana kan, pwe adiniai en kusuda.
6 Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.
O kotin kadarado liol, pwen kamueit ir pasang, kasiki wei sapwilim ar kanangan kasik kan, pwen kamasak ir wei.
7 Send thine hand from aboue: deliuer me, and take me out of the great waters, and from the hand of strangers,
Kapawei lim ar akan sang ni mol omui wasa ileile o dore ia la, o kotin kamaur ia da sang nan pil kalaimun o sang nan pa en nain men wai,
8 Whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Me au arail kin lokaia likam o ar wiawia kan me sapung.
9 I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.
Maing Kot, i pan kaule kin komui kaul kap pot, i pan kasangki ong komui arp, psalter me sal eisok.
10 It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.
Komui me kotiki ong nanmarki kan, ren poedi, o dorela sapwilim omui ladu Dawid sang ni kodlas en me sued.
11 Rescue me, and deliuer me from the hand of strangers, whose mouth talketh vanitie, and their right hand is a right hand of falshood:
Re pil kotin dore ia la sang nan pa en nain men wai, me au arail kin lokaia likam o ar wiawia kan me sapung.
12 That our sonnes may be as the plantes growing vp in their youth, and our daughters as the corner stones, grauen after the similitude of a palace:
Pwe nait putak kan en kakairida dueta tuka mau kan, o nait seripein dueta mas en did en nan kaim en im lingan eu.
13 That our corners may be full, and abounding with diuers sorts, and that our sheepe may bring forth thousands and ten thousand in our streetes:
Pwe at pera en nak en dir en kisin manga, en itar ong kikiwei song karos, o at sip akan en kaparapar mau, wiala kid o nen pon at mos o;
14 That our oxen may be strong to labour: that there be none inuasion, nor going out, nor no crying in our streetes.
O at kau ol en kak ong dodok toto, pwe sota me sued kot de men kuli, de sangesang en wiaui nan al at akan.
15 Blessed are the people, that be so, yea, blessed are the people, whose God is the Lord.
Meid pai wei eu, me kin due met! Meid pai wei eu, me Ieowa arail Kot!
