Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
Salimo la Davide. Atamandike Yehova Thanthwe langa, amene amaphunzitsa manja anga kuchita nkhondo; zala zanga kumenya nkhondo.
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.
Iye ndiye Mulungu wanga wachikondi ndi malo anga otetezedwa, linga langa ndi mpulumutsi wanga, chishango changa mmene ine ndimathawiramo, amene amagonjetsa mitundu ya anthu pansi panga.
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:
Inu Yehova, munthu nʼchiyani kuti mumamusamalira, mwana wa munthu kuti muzimuganizira?
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
Munthu ali ngati mpweya; masiku ake ali ngati mthunzi wosakhalitsa.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
Ngʼambani mayiko akumwamba, Inu Yehova, ndipo tsikani pansi; khudzani mapiri kuti atulutse utsi.
6 Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
Tumizani zingʼaningʼani ndi kubalalitsa adani; ponyani mivi yanu ndi kuwathamangitsa.
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,
Tambasulani dzanja lanu kuchokera kumwamba; landitseni ndi kundipulumutsa, ku madzi amphamvu, mʼmanja mwa anthu achilendo,
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
amene pakamwa pawo ndi podzala ndi mabodza, amene dzanja lawo lamanja ndi lachinyengo.
9 O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:
Ndidzakuyimbirani nyimbo yatsopano Inu Mulungu; ndidzakuyimbirani nyimbo pa zeze wa nsambo khumi,
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
kwa Iye amene amapambanitsa mafumu, amene amapulumutsa Davide mtumiki wake ku lupanga loopsa.
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: —
Landitseni ndi kundipulumutsa, mʼmanja mwa anthu achilendo, amene pakamwa pawo ndi podzaza ndi mabodza, amene dzanja lawo lamanja ndi lachinyengo.
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:
Ndipo ana aamuna pa chinyamata chawo adzakhala ngati mbewu yosamalidwa bwino, ana athu aakazi adzakhala ngati zipilala zosemedwa bwino, zokongoletsera nyumba yaufumu.
13 Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:
Nkhokwe zathu zidzakhala zodzaza ndi zokolola za mtundu uliwonse. Nkhosa zathu zidzaswana miyandamiyanda pa mabusa athu.
14 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
Ngʼombe zathu zidzanyamula katundu wolemera. Sipadzakhala mingʼalu pa makoma, sipadzakhalanso kupita ku ukapolo, mʼmisewu mwathu simudzakhala kulira chifukwa cha mavuto.
15 How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
Odala anthu amene adzalandira madalitso awa; odala anthu amene Mulungu wawo ndi Yehova.
