Psalms 144
1 BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, My fingers for battle.
Ti Dafidi. Ìyìn sí Olúwa àpáta mi, ẹni tí ó kọ́ ọwọ́ mi fún ogun, àti ìka mi fún ìjà.
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!
Òun ni Ọlọ́run ìfẹ́ mi àti odi alágbára mi, ibi gíga mi àti olùgbàlà mi, asà mi, ẹni tí èmi gbẹ́kẹ̀lé, ẹni tí ó tẹrí àwọn ènìyàn ba lábẹ́ mi.
3 YHWH, what [is] man that You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?
Olúwa, kí ni ènìyàn tí ìwọ fi ń ṣàníyàn fún un, tàbí ọmọ ènìyàn tí ìwọ fi ń ronú nípa rẹ̀?
4 Man has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
Ènìyàn rí bí èmi; ọjọ́ rẹ̀ rí bí òjìji tí ń kọjá lọ.
5 YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
Tẹ ọ̀run rẹ ba, Olúwa, kí o sì sọ̀kalẹ̀; tọ́ àwọn òkè ńlá wọn yóò sí rú èéfín.
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them,
Rán mọ̀nàmọ́ná kí ó sì fọ́n àwọn ọ̀tá ká; ta ọfà rẹ kí ó sì dà wọ́n rú.
7 Send forth Your hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
Na ọwọ́ rẹ sílẹ̀ láti ibi gíga; gbà mí kí o sì yọ mí nínú ewu kúrò nínú omi ńlá: kúrò lọ́wọ́ àwọn ọmọ àjèjì.
8 Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
Ẹnu ẹni tí ó kún fún èké ẹni tí ọwọ́ ọ̀tún rẹ̀ jẹ́ ìrẹ́jẹ.
9 O God, I sing to You a new song, I sing praise to You on a stringed instrument of ten strings.
Èmi yóò kọ orin tuntun sí ọ Ọlọ́run; lára ohun èlò orin olókùn mẹ́wàá èmi yóò kọ orin sí ọ.
10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
Òun ni ó fi ìgbàlà fún àwọn ọba, ẹni tí ó gba Dafidi ìránṣẹ́ rẹ̀ lọ́wọ́ idà ìpanilára. Lọ́wọ́ pípanirun.
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,
Gbà mí kí o sì yọ mí nínú ewu kúrò lọ́wọ́ àwọn ọmọ àjèjì tí ẹnu wọn kún fún èké, tí ọwọ́ ọ̀tún wọn jẹ́ ọwọ́ ọ̀tún èké.
12 Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished—the likeness of a palace,
Kí àwọn ọmọkùnrin wa kí ó dàbí igi gbígbìn tí ó dàgbà ni ìgbà èwe wọn, àti ọmọbìnrin wa yóò dàbí òpó ilé tí a ṣe ọ̀nà sí bí àfarawé ààfin.
13 Our granaries [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
Àká wa yóò kún pẹ̀lú gbogbo onírúurú oúnjẹ àgùntàn wa yóò pọ̀ si ní ẹgbẹ̀rún, ní ẹgbẹ̀rún mẹ́wàá ní oko wa:
14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
àwọn màlúù wa yóò ru ẹrù wúwo kí ó má sí ìkọlù, kí ó má sí ìkólọ sí ìgbèkùn, kí ó má sí i igbe ìpọ́njú ní ìgboro wa.
15 O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [is] YHWH!
Ìbùkún ni fún àwọn ènìyàn náà tí ó wà ní irú ipò bẹ́ẹ̀, ìbùkún ni fún àwọn ènìyàn náà, tí ẹni tí Ọlọ́run Olúwa ń ṣe.
