Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
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 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.
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 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:
Aw Bawipa, thlanghqing ve ikawmyihna nu tinawh nang ngainaak khak, thlanghqing capa awm nak poek loet?
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
Thlanghqing taw hqi amyihna ni a awm; a hqing khui khawnghi awm myihlip ak khum bang amyihna ni a awm.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, 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, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest 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 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,
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 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
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, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:
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 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
sangpahrangkhqi venawh noengnaak ak pekung, thihnaak kawi zawzi awhkawng a tyihzawih David ak loet sakkung a venawh ce.
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: —
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 That, our sons, may be like plants well grown while yet young, —Our daughters, like corner pillars, —carved, in the construction of a palace:
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 Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:
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 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
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 How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
Ve ak awi ve ak thym thlangkhqi ham taw a zoseen hy; Bawipa ce Khawsa na ak takhqi taw a zoseen hy.
