Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
Hina Gode da na Gaga: sudafa! Ema nodoma! E da na gegema: ne adoba: sa. Amola na gegema: ne momagesa.
2 My lovingkindness and my stronghold, my high tower and my deliverer—mine! My buckler, and he in whom I have sought refuge, —He that subdueth my people under me.
E da na gagulasa amola na gaga: sa. E da na ougiha aligisu dunu esala, amola na gaga: su dunu esala. Na da se mae nabawane hahawane masa: ne, Ea hou dafawaneyale dawa: sa. E da niha fifi asi gala banenesisa
3 O Yahweh! what is the earthborn, And yet thou hast acknowledged him, —the son of a mortal, And yet thou hast taken account of him:
Hina Gode! Osobo bagade dunu ilia da hamedei agoai galebe. Dia abuliba: le ilima asigibala: ?
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
Ninia da fo fonomene agoai ba: sa. Ninia esalebe eso da baba bobaligilalebe agoai ba: sa.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
Hina Gode! Mu gadelale fasili, gudu sa: ima! Goumi digili ba: ma! Amasea, goumi da mobi bubugilalebe ba: mu.
6 Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
Dia ha lai afagogoma: ne, ha: ha: na gala: su iasima. Dia ha lai dunu hobeama: ne, dadia gala: le se bobogema.
7 Put forth thy hands from on high: —Snatch me away and rescue me out of mighty waters, out of the hand of the sons of the alien,
Na da hano lugudua mogo sososa. Dia gadodili, lobo ligia guduli, na hiougia gadoma. Ga fi dunu ilia gasaga na hasalasa: besa: le, Dia gaga: ma.
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
Ilia da dafawane sia: hamedafa sia: sa. Amola ilia hamomusa: ilegele sia: sea, ogogosa.
9 O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:
Gode! Na da Dima gesami gaheabolo hea: mu. Na da sani baidama dusa, Dima gesami hea: mu.
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
Di da hina bagade ilia ha lai hasalasima: ne hamosa. Amola Dia hawa: hamosu dunu Da: ibidi gaga: sa.
11 Snatch me away and rescue me out of he hand of the sons of the alien, —whose mouth hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood: —
Na dodona: gi ha lai dunu da na osa: la heda: sa: besa: le, Dia na gaga: ma. Ga fi dunu ilia gasaga na hasalasa: besa: le, Dia gaga: ma. Ilia da dafawane sia: hamedafa sia: sa. Amola ilia hamomusa: ilegele sia: sea, ogogosa.
12 That, our sons, may be like plants well grown while yet young, —Our daughters, like corner pillars, —carved, in the construction of a palace:
Ninia dunu mano ayeligi amolali, da ha: i manu bugi nasegagini heda: be agoai ganumu da defea. Amola ninia idiwilali, ilia da noga: le lelu duni bugi amo da hina bagade ea diasu hegomaia nina: hamonanebe, amo agoai ba: mu da defea.
13 Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:
Ninia liligi legesu diasu ilia ha: i manu amoga nabai ba: mu da defea. Ninia sibi amo da nasegagi sogega esalebe, ilia mano osea: idafa lalelegemu da defea.
14 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
Ninia bulamagau da mae daba: me asili, mano osea: idafa lalelegemu da defea. Ninia moilai logo ganodini, se nabasu wele sia: su hame nabimu da defea.
15 How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
Fifi asi afae da amo hou ba: sea, hahawane bagade ganumu. Amola ilia da Hina Gode amo ilia Godedafa ilegesea, ilia da hahawane bagade ganumu.
