Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
David kah Caemtloek ham ka kutdawn neh caemrhal ham ka kut aka cang puei, ka lungpang BOEIPA tah a yoethen pai saeh.
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.
Ka sitlohnah neh ka rhalvong, ka imsang neh kai ham kai aka hlawt ka photling, ka hmuiah ka pilnam aka hnaa amah dongah ni ka ying.
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:
BOEIPA aw hlang te metlam nim na ming tih amah hlanghing capa te amah la na moeh.
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
Hlang he a hohing la lutlat tih a khohnin khaw mueihlip bangla khum.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
BOEIPA namah kah vaan ke koisu lamtah ha rhum laeh. Tlang ke puei lamtah khuu uh kangna saeh.
6 Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
Rhaek daeh sak lamtah amih te taekyak lah. Na thaltang dong lamtah amih te khawkkhek lah.
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,
Hmuensang lamkah na kut yueng lamtah kai m'paco lah. Tui len lamkah khaw, kholong hlang kah kut lamlong khaw kai n'huul lah.
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
Amih ka te a poeyoek la cal uh tih a bantang bantang ah laithae om.
9 O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:
Pathen namah taengah laa thai ka sa saeh lamtah namah te thangpa parha neh kan tingtoeng eh.
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
Manghai rhoek te loeihnah aka pae tih a sal David te boethae cunghang lamloh aka paco.
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: —
Kai he m'paco lamtah kholong ca rhoek kut lamloh kai n'huul lah. Amih ka te a poeyoek la cal tih a bantang bantang ah a honghi kak la om.
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:
Kaimih koca rhoek tah a camoe vaengah mupoe bangla rhoeng. Ka tu rhoek te bawkim muei la a saek rhungsut bangla omuh.
13 Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:
Ka thaidi loh a com a luem lamkah te a khawk la a dang. Ka khohmuen ah ka boiva loh thawt tih pungtai.
14 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
Ka boeihlum aka tloeng khaw puut pawt tih khumpael pawh. Te dongah henah loh kaimih toltung ah om pawh.
15 How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
Amah kah pilnam te tah a yoethen pai. BOEIPA te a Pathen la aka khueh pilnam te tah a yoethen pai.
