Psalms 144
1 BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, 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 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!
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 YHWH, what [is] man that You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?
Dakot aramaj o, pwe komui kin kotin kupukupura i, de nain aramaj, pwe komui kin kotin apapwali i?
4 Man has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
Aramaj amen dueta jota meakot, a anjau kin tanwei dueta mota.
5 YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
Main Ieowa, kotikidi japwilim ar lan akan o kotidi don kit, kotin jair nana kan, pwe adiniai en kujuda.
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them,
O kotin kadarado liol, pwen kamueit ir pajan, kajiki wei japwilim ar kananan kajik kan, pwen kamajak ir wei.
7 Send forth Your hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
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 Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
Me au arail kin lokaia likam o ar wiawia kan me japun.
9 O God, I sing to You a new song, I sing praise to You on a stringed 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 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
Komui me kotiki on nanmarki kan, ren poedi, o dorela japwilim omui ladu Dawrid jan ni kodlaj en me jued.
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,
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 Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished—the likeness 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 Our granaries [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
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 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying 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 O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [is] YHWH!
Meid pai wei eu, me kin due met! Meid pai wei eu, me Ieowa arail Kot!
