Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
KAPING ong Ieowa ai paip, me kin padaki ong pa i kat pei, o sondin pa i kat mauin.
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.
Komui ai mak, o ai kel, o ai imateng ileile, o ai saundor, o pere pa i, i me i kin liki, me kin kaloedi ong ia ngai aramas akan.
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:
Dakot aramas o, pwe komui kin kotin kupukupura i, de nain aramas, pwe komui kin kotin apapwali i?
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
Aramas amen dueta sota meakot, a ansau kin tangwei dueta mota.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
Maing Ieowa, kotikidi sapwilim ar lang akan o kotidi dong kit, kotin sair nana kan, pwe adiniai en kusuda.
6 Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
O kotin kadarado liol, pwen kamueit ir pasang, kasiki wei sapwilim ar kanangan kasik kan, pwen kamasak ir wei.
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,
Kapawei lim ar akan sang ni mol omui wasa ileile o dore ia la, o kotin kamaur ia da sang nan pil kalaimun o sang nan pa en nain men wai,
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
Me au arail kin lokaia likam o ar wiawia kan me sapung.
9 O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:
Maing Kot, i pan kaule kin komui kaul kap pot, i pan kasangki ong komui arp, psalter me sal eisok.
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
Komui me kotiki ong nanmarki kan, ren poedi, o dorela sapwilim omui ladu Dawid sang ni kodlas en me sued.
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: —
Re pil kotin dore ia la sang nan pa en nain men wai, me au arail kin lokaia likam o ar wiawia kan me sapung.
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:
Pwe nait putak kan en kakairida dueta tuka mau kan, o nait seripein dueta mas en did en nan kaim en im lingan eu.
13 Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:
Pwe at pera en nak en dir en kisin manga, en itar ong kikiwei song karos, o at sip akan en kaparapar mau, wiala kid o nen pon at mos o;
14 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
O at kau ol en kak ong dodok toto, pwe sota me sued kot de men kuli, de sangesang en wiaui nan al at akan.
15 How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
Meid pai wei eu, me kin due met! Meid pai wei eu, me Ieowa arail Kot!
