Zaburi 144
1 Zaburi ya Daudi. Sifa ni kwa Bwana Mwamba wangu, aifundishaye mikono yangu vita, na vidole vyangu kupigana.
David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
2 Yeye ni Mungu wangu wa upendo na boma langu, ngome yangu na mwokozi wangu, ngao yangu ninayemkimbilia, ambaye huwatiisha mataifa chini yangu.
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.
3 Ee Bwana, mwanadamu ni nini hata umjali, Binadamu ni nini hata umfikirie?
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:
4 Mwanadamu ni kama pumzi, siku zake ni kama kivuli kinachopita.
The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
5 Ee Bwana, pasua mbingu zako, ushuke, gusa milima ili itoe moshi.
O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
6 Peleka umeme uwatawanye adui, lenga mishale yako uwashinde.
Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
7 Nyoosha mkono wako kutoka juu, nikomboe na kuniokoa kutoka maji makuu, kutoka mikononi mwa wageni
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,
8 ambao vinywa vyao vimejaa uongo, na mikono yao ya kuume ni midanganyifu.
Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
9 Ee Mungu, nitakuimbia wimbo mpya, kwa zeze yenye nyuzi kumi nitakuimbia,
O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:
10 kwa Yule awapaye wafalme ushindi, ambaye humwokoa Daudi, mtumishi wake kutokana na upanga hatari.
Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
11 Nikomboe na uniokoe kutoka mikononi mwa wageni ambao vinywa vyao vimejaa uongo, na mikono yao ya kuume ni midanganyifu.
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: —
12 Kisha wana wetu wakati wa ujana wao watakuwa kama mimea iliyotunzwa vizuri, binti zetu watakuwa kama nguzo zilizoviringwa kurembesha jumba la kifalme.
That, our sons, may be like plants well grown while yet young, —Our daughters, like corner pillars, —carved, in the construction of a palace:
13 Ghala zetu zitajazwa aina zote za mahitaji. Kondoo zetu watazaa kwa maelfu, kwa makumi ya maelfu katika mashamba yetu;
Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:
14 maksai wetu watakokota mizigo mizito. Hakutakuwa na kubomoka kuta, hakuna kuchukuliwa mateka, wala kilio cha taabu katika barabara zetu.
Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
15 Heri watu ambao hili ni kweli; heri wale ambao Bwana ni Mungu wao.
How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
