Psalms 144
1 BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, My fingers for battle.
Qaal tuknaak aham ka kut qawi cawngpyi nawh qaal kahnaak aham ka kut dawnkhqi ak cawngpyi Bawipa ka lungnu venawh kyihcahnaak awm seh.
2 My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
Anih taw ka lungnaak Khawsa ingkaw ka vawngcak, ka qaltoeng vawng khoeng ingkaw anik hulkung, kang thuknaak phuhqa, ka hui awh thlangkhqi ak kun sak kung na awm hy.
3 YHWH, what [is] man that You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?
Aw Bawipa, thlanghqing ve ikawmyihna nu tinawh nang ngainaak khak, thlanghqing capa awm nak poek loet?
4 Man has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
Thlanghqing taw hqi amyihna ni a awm; a hqing khui khawnghi awm myihlip ak khum bang amyihna ni a awm.
5 YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
Aw Bawipa, nak khankhqi ce nung ngam sak nawh nu law lah, tlangkhqi ce a khunaak aham bi lah.
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them,
Khawpha tyi nawhtaw qaalkhqi ce kqeng a zang na ta kang lah; na la ce kap nawhtaw dawng lam hang sak lah.
7 Send forth Your hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
Hun sang nakawng na kut ce nuk thla law nawh; ni hul nawh tuih tha ak awm ing, thlakchangkhqi kut khui awhkawng ni hul cang lah,
8 Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
cekkhqi am kha taw qaai kqawn thai unawh, amik tang ben kutkhqi awm qaai ak kqawn kut na awm uhy.
9 O God, I sing to You a new song, I sing praise to You on a stringed instrument of ten strings.
Aw Khawsa, nang a venawh lak thai sa vang nyng; a qui pahqa ak law tingtoeng ing nang a venawh tumding tum kawng nyng,
10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
sangpahrangkhqi venawh noengnaak ak pekung, thihnaak kawi zawzi awhkawng a tyihzawih David ak loet sakkung a venawh ce.
11 Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood,
Qaai ing ak be khakhqi ingkaw qaai kqawn ak nget tang ben kut ak ta qap chang thlangkhqi kut khuiawh kawng ni hul nawhtaw ni thaawng cang lah.
12 Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished—the likeness of a palace,
Cawhtaw ka capa thak awm hui khqi awm a dawn ak sai thingkung amyihna awm kawm usaw, ka canukhqi awm sangpahrang a im awhkaw a thoeihcam hqeet tungkhqi amyihna awm kawm uh.
13 Our granaries [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
Kaimih ak khaikhqi awm ai kawi soepkep ing bengen kaw. Kaimih a tuukhqi awm thong sang dyna pung a tai kawmsaw ka mimah a lo khuiawh lym kawm uh;
14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
vaitawm caikhqi ing phyihqih phyi kawm uh. Cawhtaw vawng hqe awi am ning za voel kaw, thlang a tamnaa na amni khum voel kawmsaw, lam awh kawseet kqangnaak awi am ning za voel ti kaw.
15 O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [is] YHWH!
Ve ak awi ve ak thym thlangkhqi ham taw a zoseen hy; Bawipa ce Khawsa na ak takhqi taw a zoseen hy.
