Psalms 144
1 By David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—
David ƒe ha. Woakafu Yehowa, nye Agakpe la, ame si fia aʋawɔwɔ nye asi kple asibidɛwo.
2 my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
Enye nye Mawu lɔlɔ̃tɔ kple nye mɔ sesẽ, nye sitsoƒe kple nye xɔnametɔ kpakple nye akpoxɔnu, nye Mawu si me mebe ɖo, ame si bɔbɔ nye dukɔ ɖe tenye.
3 Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
O! Yehowa, nu kae nye amegbetɔ be nètsɔ ɖe le eme nɛ kple amegbetɔvi be nèbua eŋuti?
4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
Amegbetɔ le abe gbɔgbɔ ko ene, eye eƒe ŋkekewo le abe vɔvɔli si va yina kaba la ene.
5 Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
O! Yehowa, dze wò dziƒowo ne nàɖi va, eye nàka asi towo ŋu, be woatu dzudzɔ.
6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
Dɔ dzikedzo ɖa woakaka futɔwo, da wò aŋutrɔ, eye nàtsrɔ̃ wo.
7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
Do wò asi ɖa tso dziƒo nàxɔ nam, eye nàɖem tso tsi sesẽwo kple amedzrowo ƒe asi me,
8 whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
ame siwo ƒe nu me yɔ fũu kple alakpa, eye woƒe nuɖusi blea ame.
9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
O! Mawu, madzi ha yeye na wò, matsɔ kasaŋku, ka ewo tɔ aƒo ha na wò,
10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
wò ame si na dziɖuɖu fiawo, eye nèɖe wo dɔla David tso yi vɔ̃ɖi ƒe asi me.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Xɔ nam, eye nàɖem tso amedzrowo ƒe asi me, ame siwo ƒe nu me yɔ fũu kple alakpa, eye woƒe nuɖusi blea ame.
12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
Ekema mía viŋutsuwo le woƒe ɖekakpuime, anɔ abe ati siwo wode tsii nyuie ene, eye mía vinyɔnuwo anɔ abe sɔti si ŋu wota nu ɖo hetsɔ ɖo atsyɔ̃e na fiasã ene.
13 Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
Míaƒe avawo ayɔ fũu kple nuku vovovowo. Míaƒe alẽwo adzi ɖe edzi le akpewo kple akpe ewowo me le míaƒe lãnyiƒewo.
14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
Nenema ke míaƒe nyiwo atsɔ agba kpekpewo vɛ. Ale gli gbagbã maganɔ anyi o, aboyomeyiyi maganɔ anyi o, eye xaxa ƒe avifafa magaɖi le míaƒe mɔtatawo dzi azɔ o.
15 Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh.
Woayra dukɔ si wòava eme na alea le nyateƒe me; Woayra dukɔ si ƒe Mawue nye Yehowa.
