Psalms 144
1 By David. Blessed [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
David kah Caemtloek ham ka kutdawn neh caemrhal ham ka kut aka cang puei, ka lungpang BOEIPA tah a yoethen pai saeh.
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!
Ka sitlohnah neh ka rhalvong, ka imsang neh kai ham kai aka hlawt ka photling, ka hmuiah ka pilnam aka hnaa amah dongah ni ka ying.
3 Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
BOEIPA aw hlang te metlam nim na ming tih amah hlanghing capa te amah la na moeh.
4 Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
Hlang he a hohing la lutlat tih a khohnin khaw mueihlip bangla khum.
5 Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
BOEIPA namah kah vaan ke koisu lamtah ha rhum laeh. Tlang ke puei lamtah khuu uh kangna saeh.
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
Rhaek daeh sak lamtah amih te taekyak lah. Na thaltang dong lamtah amih te khawkkhek lah.
7 Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
Hmuensang lamkah na kut yueng lamtah kai m'paco lah. Tui len lamkah khaw, kholong hlang kah kut lamlong khaw kai n'huul lah.
8 Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
Amih ka te a poeyoek la cal uh tih a bantang bantang ah laithae om.
9 O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.
Pathen namah taengah laa thai ka sa saeh lamtah namah te thangpa parha neh kan tingtoeng eh.
10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
Manghai rhoek te loeihnah aka pae tih a sal David te boethae cunghang lamloh aka paco.
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,
Kai he m'paco lamtah kholong ca rhoek kut lamloh kai n'huul lah. Amih ka te a poeyoek la cal tih a bantang bantang ah a honghi kak la om.
12 Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished — the likeness of a palace,
Kaimih koca rhoek tah a camoe vaengah mupoe bangla rhoeng. Ka tu rhoek te bawkim muei la a saek rhungsut bangla omuh.
13 Our garners [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
Ka thaidi loh a com a luem lamkah te a khawk la a dang. Ka khohmuen ah ka boiva loh thawt tih pungtai.
14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
Ka boeihlum aka tloeng khaw puut pawt tih khumpael pawh. Te dongah henah loh kaimih toltung ah om pawh.
15 O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God [is] Jehovah!
Amah kah pilnam te tah a yoethen pai. BOEIPA te a Pathen la aka khueh pilnam te tah a yoethen pai.
