Psalms 144
1 “By David.” Blessed be the Lord my Rock, who exerciseth my hands for the battle, my fingers for the war:
Kayibongwe iNkosi, idwala lami, efundisela izandla zami impi, iminwe yami ukulwa;
2 My kindness, and my strong-hold; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
umusa wami, lenqaba yami, umphotshongo wami ophakemeyo, lomkhululi wami, isihlangu sami, lengiphephela kuyo, ethobisa abantu bami ngaphansi kwami.
3 Lord, what is man, that thou takest cognizance of him: the son of a mortal, that thou regardest him!
Nkosi, umuntu uyini ukuthi umazi? Indodana yomuntu ukuthi uyinanze?
4 Man is like the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.
Umuntu unjengeze, insuku zakhe zinjengesithunzi esidlulayo.
5 O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Nkosi, khothamisa amazulu akho, wehle; thinta izintaba ukuze zithunqe.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound them.
Phazimisa umbane, ubachithe, uthumele imitshoko yakho, ubahlakaze.
7 Stretch out thy hands from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of the children of the stranger.
Yelula isandla sakho uphezulu, ungikhulule, ungophule emanzini amanengi, esandleni sabantwana besizwe,
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
abamlomo wabo ukhuluma amanga, lesandla sabo sokunene singesokunene senkohliso.
9 O God, a new song will I sing unto thee: upon the ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praises unto thee.
Ngizahlabelela kuwe ingoma entsha, Nkulunkulu; ngizahlabelela indumiso kuwe ngogubhu olulentambo ezilitshumi.
10 [Thou art he] that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing sword.
Wena onika amakhosi usindiso, okhulula uDavida inceku yakho enkembeni embi.
11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of the children of the stranger, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
Ngophula, ungikhulule esandleni sabantwana besizwe, abamlomo wabo ukhuluma amanga, lesandla sabo sokunene singesokunene senkohliso.
12 So that our sons may be like plants, grown up in their youth: our daughters, like corner-pillars, sculptured in the model of a palace.
Ukuthi amadodana ethu abe njengezilimo ezikhula ebutsheni bazo, amadodakazi ethu njengamatshe engonsi abazwe njengomfanekiso wesigodlo!
13 May our garners be full, furnishing all manner of store: our sheep bringing forth thousands and ten thousands in our open pastures.
Ukuthi iziphala zethu zigcwale ziveze uhlobo ngohlobo; izimvu zethu zizale izinkulungwane, yebo, izinkulungwane ezilitshumi emadlelweni ethu!
14 May our oxen be strong to labor: may there be no breach, nor migration, nor loud complaint in our streets.
Ukuthi inkabi zethu zingathwaliswa, kungabi lokufohlela phakathi, njalo kungabi lokuphuma, kumbe kungabi lesililo ezitaladeni zethu!
15 Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.
Bayathaba abantu okunjalo kubo; bayathaba abantu abaNkulunkulu wabo yiNkosi.
