Psalms 144
1 A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my Rock, who traineth my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
KAPIN on Ieowa ai paip, me kin padaki on pa i kat pei, o jondin pa i kat mauin.
2 My lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and He in whom I take refuge; who subdueth my people under 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 takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that Thou makest account of him?
Dakot aramaj o, pwe komui kin kotin kupukupura i, de nain aramaj, pwe komui kin kotin apapwali i?
4 Man is like unto a breath; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Aramaj amen dueta jota meakot, a anjau kin tanwei dueta mota.
5 O LORD, bow Thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Main Ieowa, kotikidi japwilim ar lan akan o kotidi don kit, kotin jair nana kan, pwe adiniai en kujuda.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them.
O kotin kadarado liol, pwen kamueit ir pajan, kajiki wei japwilim ar kananan kajik kan, pwen kamajak ir wei.
7 Stretch forth Thy hands from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, out of 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 speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
Me au arail kin lokaia likam o ar wiawia kan me japun.
9 O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee, upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee;
MAIN Kot, i pan kaule kin komui kaul kap pot, i pan kajanki on komui arp, pjalter me jal eijok.
10 Who givest salvation unto kings, who rescuest David Thy servant from the hurtful sword.
Komui me kotiki on nanmarki kan, ren poedi, o dorela japwilim omui ladu Dawrid jan ni kodlaj en me jued.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
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 We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth; whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved after the fashion 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 Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
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 Whose oxen are well laden; with no breach, and no going forth, and no outcry in our broad places;
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 Happy is the people that is in such a case. Yea, happy is the people whose God is the LORD.
Meid pai wei eu, me kin due met! Meid pai wei eu, me Ieowa arail Kot!
