Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
Kayibongwe iNkosi, idwala lami, efundisela izandla zami impi, iminwe yami ukulwa;
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.
umusa wami, lenqaba yami, umphotshongo wami ophakemeyo, lomkhululi wami, isihlangu sami, lengiphephela kuyo, ethobisa abantu bami ngaphansi kwami.
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:
Nkosi, umuntu uyini ukuthi umazi? Indodana yomuntu ukuthi uyinanze?
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
Umuntu unjengeze, insuku zakhe zinjengesithunzi esidlulayo.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
Nkosi, khothamisa amazulu akho, wehle; thinta izintaba ukuze zithunqe.
6 Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
Phazimisa umbane, ubachithe, uthumele imitshoko yakho, ubahlakaze.
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,
Yelula isandla sakho uphezulu, ungikhulule, ungophule emanzini amanengi, esandleni sabantwana besizwe,
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
abamlomo wabo ukhuluma amanga, lesandla sabo sokunene singesokunene senkohliso.
9 O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:
Ngizahlabelela kuwe ingoma entsha, Nkulunkulu; ngizahlabelela indumiso kuwe ngogubhu olulentambo ezilitshumi.
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
Wena onika amakhosi usindiso, okhulula uDavida inceku yakho enkembeni embi.
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: —
Ngophula, ungikhulule esandleni sabantwana besizwe, abamlomo wabo ukhuluma amanga, lesandla sabo sokunene singesokunene senkohliso.
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:
Ukuthi amadodana ethu abe njengezilimo ezikhula ebutsheni bazo, amadodakazi ethu njengamatshe engonsi abazwe njengomfanekiso wesigodlo!
13 Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:
Ukuthi iziphala zethu zigcwale ziveze uhlobo ngohlobo; izimvu zethu zizale izinkulungwane, yebo, izinkulungwane ezilitshumi emadlelweni ethu!
14 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
Ukuthi inkabi zethu zingathwaliswa, kungabi lokufohlela phakathi, njalo kungabi lokuphuma, kumbe kungabi lesililo ezitaladeni zethu!
15 How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
Bayathaba abantu okunjalo kubo; bayathaba abantu abaNkulunkulu wabo yiNkosi.
