Psalms 144
1 Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
Ta Dawuda. Yabo ya tabbata ga Ubangiji dutsena, wanda ya horar da hannuwana don yaƙi, yatsotsina don faɗa.
2 He is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer. He is my shield, in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.
Shi ne Allah mai ƙaunata da kuma kagarata, katangata da mai cetona, garkuwata, wanda nake neman mafaka daga gare shi, wanda ya sa mutane a ƙarƙashina.
3 O LORD, what is man, that You regard him, the son of man that You think of him?
Ya Ubangiji, wane ne mutum da ka kula da shi, ɗan mutum da har za ka yi tunaninsa?
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Mutum yana kama da numfashi; kwanakinsa suna wucewa kamar inuwa.
5 Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Ka tsage sammanka, ya Ubangiji, ka sauko; ka taɓa duwatsu, domin su yi hayaƙi.
6 Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout them.
Ka aiko da walƙiya ka watsar da abokan gāba; ka karɓa kibiyoyinka ka sa su gudu.
7 Reach down from on high; set me free and rescue me from the deep waters, from the grasp of foreigners,
Ka miƙa hannunka daga bisa; ka cece ni ka kuma kuɓutar da ni daga manyan ruwaye, daga hannuwan baƙi
8 whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
waɗanda bakunansu sun cika da ƙarya, waɗanda hannuwansu na dama masu ruɗu ne.
9 I will sing to You a new song, O God; on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You—
Zan rera sabuwar waƙa gare ka, ya Allah; a kan molo mai tsirkiya goma zan yi maka kiɗi,
10 to Him who gives victory to kings, who frees His servant David from the deadly sword.
ga Wannan wanda yake ba wa sarakuna nasara, wanda ya cece bawansa Dawuda. Daga takobin kisa.
11 Set me free and rescue me from the grasp of foreigners, whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
Ka cece ni ka kuma kuɓutar da ni daga hannuwan baƙi waɗanda bakunansu sun cika da ƙarya, waɗanda hannuwansu na dama masu ruɗu ne.
12 Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved to adorn a palace.
Ta haka’ya’yanmu maza a ƙuruciyarsu za su zama kamar tsire-tsiren da aka kula da su,’ya’yanmu mata kuma za su zama kamar ginshiƙai da sassaƙa don adon fada.
13 Our storehouses will be full, supplying all manner of produce; our flocks will bring forth thousands, tens of thousands in our fields.
Rumbunanmu za su cika da kowane irin tanadi. Tumakinmu za su ƙaru ninki dubu, ninki dubu goma-goma a filayenmu;
14 Our oxen will bear great loads. There will be no breach in the walls, no going into captivity, and no cry of lament in our streets.
shanunmu za su ja kaya masu nauyi. Ba za a sami tashin hankali a katangarmu ba, ba zuwan zaman bauta, ba jin kukan damuwa a titunanmu.
15 Blessed are the people of whom this is so; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
Masu albarka ne mutanen da wannan zai zama haka; masu albarka ne mutanen da Allah ne Ubangiji.
