Psalms 144
1 By David. Blessed [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
Y Salmon David. BENDITO si Yuus y achojo, ni y jafanagüe y canaejo para uguera, yan y calalotjo para umumo.
2 My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
Y minaaseco yan y guimegüeco y iyoco tore na taquilo, yan y munalibreyo; y patangjo, yan y anae juangocoyo; ni y pumolo y taotaojo gui papajo.
3 Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
Jeova, jafa y taotao na unatituye y tiningoña? pat y lajin taotao na uncuecuenta güe?
4 Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
Y taotao parejoja yan y jinaja; y jaaniña parejoja yan y anineng ni y malofan.
5 Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
Natalagpapa, y langetmo, O Yuus, ya tunogjao papa: pacha y egso sija ya ufanaso.
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
Fanyute ni y lamlam ya ufanchinalapon sija: nafanogcha y flechamo, ya ufaninestotba sija.
7 Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
Estira y canaemo guinin jilo; rescatayo yan nalibreyo gui manadan janom, gui canae y manaotao juyong.
8 Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
Ni y pachotñija manguecuentos banida, ya y agapa na canaeñija, y dacon na canae agapa.
9 O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.
Jucantaye jao ni y nuebo na canta, O Yuus: y guitala, ni y dies cuetdasña nae jucantaye jao ni y alabansa sija.
10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
Güiya ayo y mannae satbasion gui ray sija: ni janalibre si David ni y tentagoña gui gosnalamen na espada.
11 Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood,
Rescatayo ya nalibreyo gui canae y manaotao juyong, ni y pachotñija manguecuentos banida, ya y agapa na canaeñija y dacon na canae agapa.
12 Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished — the likeness of a palace,
Ya y famaguonmame lalaje ufantaegüije y tinanom yanguin mandoco ya mangajulo gui pinatgonñija; ya y jaganmame ufantaegüije y mapopolo gui punta na acho, ni y malabla taegüije y palasyo.
13 Our garners [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
Ya y lanchonmame bula, mannae todo clasen güinaja: ya gamame quinilo ufanmañago mit yan dies mit gui fangualuanmame.
14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
Ya y gamame nobiyo sija ufanmangotga mauleg; ya chañija rumorompe jalom ni juyong, ya taya inagang pot pinite gui cayenmame.
15 O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God [is] Jehovah!
Mandichoso ayo sija na taotao y manguaja ni este: Junggan, mandichoso ayo sija na taotao ni y Yuusñija si Jeova.
