Psalms 45
1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Lilies.” A Maskil of the sons of Korah. A love song. My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses to the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.
Dura buʼaa faarfattootaatiif. Yeedaloo ilmaan Qooraahi kan “Daraaraa” jedhamu. Maskiil. Faarfannaa cidhaa. Yommuu ani mootiidhaaf faarfadhutti, yaadni gaariin garaa koo guutee irra dhangalaʼa; arrabni koos akkuma biirii barreessaa ogeessa tokkoo ti.
2 You are the most handsome of men; grace has anointed your lips, since God has blessed you forever.
Ati nama hundumaa caalaa miidhagaa dha; hidhii kee irra surraatu dhangalaʼa; kanaafuu Waaqni bara baraan si eebbiseera.
3 Strap your sword at your side, O mighty warrior; appear in your majesty and splendor.
Yaa gooticha, goraadee kee luqqeettuutti hidhadhu; ulfinaa fi surraa uffadhu.
4 In your splendor ride forth in victory on behalf of truth and humility and justice; may your right hand show your awesome deeds.
Sababii dubbii dhugaatiif, gad of qabiisaa fi qajeelummaatiif, miidhagina keetiin moʼannaadhaan fuula duratti gulufi; harki kee mirgaas hojii sodaachisaa haa hojjetu.
5 Your arrows pierce the hearts of the king’s foes; the nations fall beneath your feet.
Xiyyawwan kee qara qabeeyyiin sun onnee diinota mootii haa waraanan; saboonnis miilla kee jalatti haa jijjiganii.
6 Your throne, O God, endures forever and ever, and justice is the scepter of Your kingdom.
Yaa Waaqayyo, teessoon kee bara baraa hamma bara baraatti ni jiraata; bokkuun qajeelummaas bokkuu mootummaa keetii ni taʼa.
7 You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness; therefore God, your God, has anointed you above your companions with the oil of joy.
Ati qajeelummaa jaallatta; jalʼina immoo ni jibbita; kanaafuu Waaqayyo, Waaqni kee hiriyoota kee caalaatti, zayitiidhaan gammachuu si dibeera.
8 All your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia; from palaces of ivory the harps make you glad.
Uffanni kee hundinuu qumbiidhaan, argeessaa fi qundhiidhaan ni urgaaʼa; masaraawwan ilka arbaatiin miidhagfaman keessattis muuziiqaan miʼa ribuu si gammachiisa.
9 The daughters of kings are among your honored women; the queen stands at your right hand, adorned with the gold of Ophir.
Intallan moototaa dubartoota kee warra kabajamoo keessa jiru; mootittiinis warqee Oofiiriitiin miidhagfamtee karaa harka mirga keetii dhaabatti.
10 Listen, O daughter! Consider and incline your ear: Forget your people and your father’s house,
Yaa intalaa dhagaʼi; hubadhu; gurra kees as qabi; saba keetii fi mana abbaa keetii irraanfadhu.
11 and the king will desire your beauty; bow to him, for he is your lord.
Mootiin miidhagina kee hawwa; waan inni gooftaa kee taʼeef isa kabaji.
12 The Daughter of Tyre will come with a gift; men of wealth will seek your favor.
Intalli Xiiroos kennaa fiddee dhufti; sooreyyiinis garaa si laafifachuu barbaadu.
13 All glorious is the princess in her chamber; her gown is embroidered with gold.
Intalli mootii ulfina guddaadhaan diinqa ishee jirti; uffanni ishees warqeedhaan dhaʼame.
14 In colorful garments she is led to the king; her virgin companions are brought before you.
Isheenis uffata halluu garaa garaa qabu uffattee gara mootiitti geeffamti; durboonni waaʼelli ishees ishee duukaa buʼanii gara keetti fidamu.
15 They are led in with joy and gladness; they enter the palace of the king.
Isaanis gammachuu fi ililleedhaan ol galfamu; masaraa mootichaas ni seenu.
16 Your sons will succeed your fathers; you will make them princes throughout the land.
Ilmaan kee iddoo abbootii keetii buʼan; atis lafa hunda irratti isaan ni moosifta.
17 I will commemorate your name through all generations; therefore the nations will praise you forever and ever.
Ani akka maqaan kee dhaloota hunda keessatti yaadatamu nan godha; kanaafuu saboonni bara baraa hamma bara baraatti si jajatu.
