Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
Y Salmon David. BENDITO si Yuus y achojo, ni y jafanagüe y canaejo para uguera, yan y calalotjo para umumo.
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.
Y minaaseco yan y guimegüeco y iyoco tore na taquilo, yan y munalibreyo; y patangjo, yan y anae juangocoyo; ni y pumolo y taotaojo gui papajo.
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:
Jeova, jafa y taotao na unatituye y tiningoña? pat y lajin taotao na uncuecuenta güe?
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
Y taotao parejoja yan y jinaja; y jaaniña parejoja yan y anineng ni y malofan.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
Natalagpapa, y langetmo, O Yuus, ya tunogjao papa: pacha y egso sija ya ufanaso.
6 Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
Fanyute ni y lamlam ya ufanchinalapon sija: nafanogcha y flechamo, ya ufaninestotba sija.
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,
Estira y canaemo guinin jilo; rescatayo yan nalibreyo gui manadan janom, gui canae y manaotao juyong.
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
Ni y pachotñija manguecuentos banida, ya y agapa na canaeñija, y dacon na canae agapa.
9 O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:
Jucantaye jao ni y nuebo na canta, O Yuus: y guitala, ni y dies cuetdasña nae jucantaye jao ni y alabansa sija.
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
Güiya ayo y mannae satbasion gui ray sija: ni janalibre si David ni y tentagoña gui gosnalamen na espada.
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: —
Rescatayo ya nalibreyo gui canae y manaotao juyong, ni y pachotñija manguecuentos banida, ya y agapa na canaeñija y dacon na canae agapa.
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:
Ya y famaguonmame lalaje ufantaegüije y tinanom yanguin mandoco ya mangajulo gui pinatgonñija; ya y jaganmame ufantaegüije y mapopolo gui punta na acho, ni y malabla taegüije y palasyo.
13 Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:
Ya y lanchonmame bula, mannae todo clasen güinaja: ya gamame quinilo ufanmañago mit yan dies mit gui fangualuanmame.
14 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
Ya y gamame nobiyo sija ufanmangotga mauleg; ya chañija rumorompe jalom ni juyong, ya taya inagang pot pinite gui cayenmame.
15 How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
Mandichoso ayo sija na taotao y manguaja ni este: Junggan, mandichoso ayo sija na taotao ni y Yuusñija si Jeova.
