Psalms 144
1 Of David. Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.
Nataon’ i Davida.
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.
Izay Mpiantra sy batery fiarovana ho ahy sady fiarovana avo sy Mpanafaka ahy, Ary ampingako sy fialofako, Izay mahafolaka ny vahoakako hanoa ahy
3 O LORD, what is man, that You regard him, the son of man that You think of him?
Jehovah ô, inona ny olona, no iahianao azy? Ary ny zanak’ olombelona, no iheveranao azy?
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Ny olona dia tahaka ny zava-poana, Ny androny dia tahaka ny aloka mihelina.
5 Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Jehovah ô, aondreho ny lanitrao, ka midìna; Tendreo ny tendrombohitra, dia hidonaka ireny.
6 Flash forth Your lightning and scatter them; shoot Your arrows and rout them.
Ampitselatselaro ny helatra, ka ampielezo ireo; Alefao ny zana-tsipìkanao, ka ampifanaritaho ireo;
7 Reach down from on high; set me free and rescue me from the deep waters, from the grasp of foreigners,
Ahinjiro avy any ambony ny tananao; Afaho aho, ka vonjeo amin’ ny rano be, Dia amin’ ny tanan’ ny hafa firenena,
8 whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
Izay miteny zava-poana amin’ ny vavany, Ary ny tànany ankavanana dia tanana ankavanana mamitaka.
9 I will sing to You a new song, O God; on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You—
Andriamanitra ô, hihira fihiram-baovao ho Anao aho; Amin’ ny valiha tory folo no hankalazako Anao,
10 to Him who gives victory to kings, who frees His servant David from the deadly sword.
Izay manome famonjena ho an’ ireo mpanjaka, Sady mamonjy an’ i Davida mpanompony tsy ho voan’ ny sabatra mandratra.
11 Set me free and rescue me from the grasp of foreigners, whose mouths speak falsehood, whose right hands are deceitful.
Afaho aho, ka vonjeo amin’ ny tanan’ ny hafa firenena, Izay miteny zava-poana amin’ ny vavany, Ary ny tànany ankavanana dia tanana ankavanana mamitaka;
12 Then our sons will be like plants nurtured in their youth, our daughters like corner pillars carved to adorn a palace.
Mba ho tahaka ny zava-maniry maroroka ny zanakai-lahy, Ary ho tahaka ny vato fehizoro voasoratra tsara toy ny fomban’ ny lapan’ andriana ny zanakai-vavy.
13 Our storehouses will be full, supplying all manner of produce; our flocks will bring forth thousands, tens of thousands in our fields.
Ho feno ny trano fitehirizanay, ka hisy vokatra betsaka samy hafa karazana; Hiteraka arivoarivo sy alinalina ny ondrinay any an-tsahanay;
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.
Hahazaka be ny ombinay, Ary tsy hisy ho rava, na ho lasan-ko babo, Sady tsy hisy fitarainana any an-dalambenay.
15 Blessed are the people of whom this is so; blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
Sambatra ny firenena izay tahaka izany; Eny, sambatra ny firenena izay manana an’ i Jehovah ho Andriamaniny.
