Psalms 144
1 By David. Blessed be the LORD, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—
Qaal tuknaak aham ka kut qawi cawngpyi nawh qaal kahnaak aham ka kut dawnkhqi ak cawngpyi Bawipa ka lungnu venawh kyihcahnaak awm seh.
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.
Anih taw ka lungnaak Khawsa ingkaw ka vawngcak, ka qaltoeng vawng khoeng ingkaw anik hulkung, kang thuknaak phuhqa, ka hui awh thlangkhqi ak kun sak kung na awm hy.
3 LORD, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
Aw Bawipa, thlanghqing ve ikawmyihna nu tinawh nang ngainaak khak, thlanghqing capa awm nak poek loet?
4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
Thlanghqing taw hqi amyihna ni a awm; a hqing khui khawnghi awm myihlip ak khum bang amyihna ni a awm.
5 Part your heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Aw Bawipa, nak khankhqi ce nung ngam sak nawh nu law lah, tlangkhqi ce a khunaak aham bi lah.
6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
Khawpha tyi nawhtaw qaalkhqi ce kqeng a zang na ta kang lah; na la ce kap nawhtaw dawng lam hang sak lah.
7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
Hun sang nakawng na kut ce nuk thla law nawh; ni hul nawh tuih tha ak awm ing, thlakchangkhqi kut khui awhkawng ni hul cang lah,
8 whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
cekkhqi am kha taw qaai kqawn thai unawh, amik tang ben kutkhqi awm qaai ak kqawn kut na awm uhy.
9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
Aw Khawsa, nang a venawh lak thai sa vang nyng; a qui pahqa ak law tingtoeng ing nang a venawh tumding tum kawng nyng,
10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
sangpahrangkhqi venawh noengnaak ak pekung, thihnaak kawi zawzi awhkawng a tyihzawih David ak loet sakkung a venawh ce.
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.
Qaai ing ak be khakhqi ingkaw qaai kqawn ak nget tang ben kut ak ta qap chang thlangkhqi kut khuiawh kawng ni hul nawhtaw ni thaawng cang lah.
12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
Cawhtaw ka capa thak awm hui khqi awm a dawn ak sai thingkung amyihna awm kawm usaw, ka canukhqi awm sangpahrang a im awhkaw a thoeihcam hqeet tungkhqi amyihna awm kawm uh.
13 Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
Kaimih ak khaikhqi awm ai kawi soepkep ing bengen kaw. Kaimih a tuukhqi awm thong sang dyna pung a tai kawmsaw ka mimah a lo khuiawh lym kawm uh;
14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
vaitawm caikhqi ing phyihqih phyi kawm uh. Cawhtaw vawng hqe awi am ning za voel kaw, thlang a tamnaa na amni khum voel kawmsaw, lam awh kawseet kqangnaak awi am ning za voel ti kaw.
15 Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is the LORD.
Ve ak awi ve ak thym thlangkhqi ham taw a zoseen hy; Bawipa ce Khawsa na ak takhqi taw a zoseen hy.
