Psalms 144
1 BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, My fingers for battle.
Atukuzwe Yahwe, mwamba wangu, anifundishaye mikono yangu vita na vidole vyangu kupigana.
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!
Wewe ni uaminifu wa agano langu na ngome yangu, mnara wangu mrefu na uniokoaye, ngao yangu na yule ambaye katika yeye napata kimbilio, uyatiishaye mataifa chini yangu.
3 YHWH, what [is] man that You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?
Ee Yahwe, mtu ni kitu gani hata umtazame au mwana wa mtu hata umfikirie?
4 Man has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
Mtu ni kama pumzi, siku zake ni kama uvuli upitao.
5 YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
Ee Yahwe uziinamishe mbingu na ushuke chini, uiguse milima na uifanye kutoa moshi.
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them,
Utume umeme uwatawanye adui zangu; upige mishale yako na uwavuruge.
7 Send forth Your hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
Nyosha mkono wako toka juu; uniokoe kutoka katika maji mengi, na kutoka katika mkono wa wageni.
8 Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
vinywa vyao hunena uongo, na mkono wao wa kuume ni mkono wa uongo.
9 O God, I sing to You a new song, I sing praise to You on a stringed instrument of ten strings.
Nitakuimbia wimbo mpya, Mungu; kwa kinanda cha nyuzi kumi nitakuimbia sifa wewe,
10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
uwapaye wafalme wokovu, uliye muokoa Daudi mtumishi wako dhidi ya upanga wa uovu.
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,
Uniokoe na unitoe mkononi mwa wageni. Midomo yao huongea uongo, na mkono wao wa kuume ni mkono wa uongo.
12 Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished—the likeness of a palace,
Wana wetu na wawe kama mimea ikuayo kwa ukumbwa timilifu katika ujana wao na binti zetu kama nguzo za pembeni, zilizonakishiwa kwa kupamba jumba la kifahari.
13 Our granaries [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
Ghala zetu na zijae akiba ya kila aina ya mazao, na kondoo wetu wazae elfu na makumi elfu mashambani mwetu.
14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
Kisha ng'ombe wetu watakuwa na nddama wengi. Hakuna atakayevunja kuta zetu; hakutakuwa na uhamisho wala kilio mitaani mwetu.
15 O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [is] YHWH!
Wamebarikiwa watu wenye baraka hizo; furaha ina watu ambao Mungu wao ni Yahwe.
