Psalms 144
1 Of David. Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.
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 rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet.
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 Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?
Aw Bawipa, thlanghqing ve ikawmyihna nu tinawh nang ngainaak khak, thlanghqing capa awm nak poek loet?
4 They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.
Thlanghqing taw hqi amyihna ni a awm; a hqing khui khawnghi awm myihlip ak khum bang amyihna ni a awm.
5 Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.
Aw Bawipa, nak khankhqi ce nung ngam sak nawh nu law lah, tlangkhqi ce a khunaak aham bi lah.
6 Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound them.
Khawpha tyi nawhtaw qaalkhqi ce kqeng a zang na ta kang lah; na la ce kap nawhtaw dawng lam hang sak lah.
7 Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
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 who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
cekkhqi am kha taw qaai kqawn thai unawh, amik tang ben kutkhqi awm qaai ak kqawn kut na awm uhy.
9 O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.
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 For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.
sangpahrangkhqi venawh noengnaak ak pekung, thihnaak kawi zawzi awhkawng a tyihzawih David ak loet sakkung a venawh ce.
11 Snatch me from the cruel sword, rescue me from the hand of foreigners, who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
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 May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.
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 May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.
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 May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring in our streets.
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 Happy the people who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.
Ve ak awi ve ak thym thlangkhqi ham taw a zoseen hy; Bawipa ce Khawsa na ak takhqi taw a zoseen hy.
