Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
Kathutkung: Devit Kaie lungsong lah kaawm e BAWIPA teh yawhawi lah awm lawiseh. Bawipa ni kaie kut hah tarankâtuk nahanelah a cangkhai teh, ka kutdawnnaw hah kâtuk nahanelah a cangkhai.
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.
Bawipa teh kai lung na kapatawkung, kaie rapan, kai karasang e imrasang, kai na ka rungngangkung, kaie bahling lah ao. Kai teh ahni a ka kângue. Bawipa ni ka miphunnaw hah ka kut dawk a pha sak.
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:
Oe BAWIPA, tami hah banglamouh ao teh, khuet na pouk va. Tami capa teh banglamouh ao teh, alawkpui lah khuet na ta va.
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
Tami teh kâha patetlah doeh ao. Ahnie a hninnaw haiyah tang kaloum e tâhlip patetlah doeh ao.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
Oe BAWIPA, na kalvan rahnoum sak nateh, kum haw. Monnaw dawk hoi hmaikhu a tâco nahanelah kâbet haw.
6 Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
Sumpapalik sak nateh, tarannaw hah kâkapek sak haw, na pala hoi ka nateh, ahnimanaw hah raphoe haw.
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,
Arasangnae koehoi na kut dâw haw. Moikapap e tui thung hoi thoseh, Jentelnaw e kut dawk hoi thoseh, kai hah na rungngang nateh, na hlout sak haw.
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
Ahnimanaw e pahni teh laithoe hrawnghrang doeh a dei awh. Ahnimae aranglae kut hai dumyennae kut lah doeh ao.
9 O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:
Oe Cathut, kai teh, nang koe la katha ka sak han. A rui hra touh thueng e ratoung hoi na pholen han.
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
Bawipa, nang ni siangpahrangnaw hah rungngangnae na poe. Nange san Devit hai tahloi dawk hoi na hlout sak.
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: —
Jentelnaw e kut dawk hoi na rungngang nateh, na hlout sak haw. Ahnimae pahni teh laithoe hrawnghrang a dei awh. Ahnimae aranglae kut hai dumyennae kut lah a o
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:
Kaimae capanaw teh a naw awh lahun navah a dawn ka sai lahun e patetlah awm awh naseh. Kaimae canunaw teh hak pathoup tangcoung e takinkhom patetlah awm naseh.
13 Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:
Kaimae capainaw teh, law dawk e a pawnaw hoi kawi lawiseh. Kaimae tunaw hai talai dawk thong touh, thong hra touh pungdaw lawiseh.
14 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
Kaimae maitonaw teh thaw tawk hanlah a tha awm naseh. Thama lah kâennae awm hanh naseh, lawpnae awm hanh naseh. kaimae lamthung dawk khuikanae hai awm hanh naseh.
15 How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
Hot patetlah e yawhawinae hah ka coe e miphun teh yawhawi ao. BAWIPA hah amae Cathut lah ka bawk e miphun teh yawhawi ao.
