Psalms 144
1 A Psalme of David. Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth mine hands to fight, and my fingers to battell.
KAPIN on Ieowa ai paip, me kin padaki on pa i kat pei, o jondin 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 imaten ileile, o ai jaundor, o pere pa i, i me i kin liki, me kin kaloedi on ia nai aramaj akan.
3 Lord, what is man that thou regardest him! or the sonne of man that thou thinkest vpon him!
Dakot aramaj o, pwe komui kin kotin kupukupura i, de nain aramaj, pwe komui kin kotin apapwali i?
4 Man is like to vanitie: his dayes are like a shadow, that vanisheth.
Aramaj amen dueta jota meakot, a anjau kin tanwei dueta mota.
5 Bow thine heauens, O Lord, and come downe: touch the mountaines and they shall smoke.
Main Ieowa, kotikidi japwilim ar lan akan o kotidi don kit, kotin jair nana kan, pwe adiniai en kujuda.
6 Cast forth the lightning and scatter them: shoote out thine arrowes, and consume them.
O kotin kadarado liol, pwen kamueit ir pajan, kajiki wei japwilim ar kananan kajik kan, pwen kamajak 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 jan ni mol omui waja ileile o dore ia la, o kotin kamaur ia da jan nan pil kalaimun o jan 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 japun.
9 I wil sing a new song vnto thee, O God, and sing vnto thee vpon a viole, and an instrument of ten strings.
MAIN Kot, i pan kaule kin komui kaul kap pot, i pan kajanki on komui arp, pjalter me jal eijok.
10 It is he that giueth deliuerance vnto Kings, and rescueth Dauid his seruant from the hurtfull sworde.
Komui me kotiki on nanmarki kan, ren poedi, o dorela japwilim omui ladu Dawrid jan ni kodlaj en me jued.
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 jan nan pa en nain men wai, me au arail kin lokaia likam o ar wiawia kan me japun.
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 jeripein dueta maj en did en nan kaim en im linan 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 kijin mana, en itar on kikiwei jon karoj, o at jip akan en kaparapar mau, wiala kid o nen pon at moj 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 on dodok toto, pwe jota me jued kot de men kuli, de janejan 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!
