Psalms 131

1 A Song of degrees. Of David. Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; neither do I exercise myself in great matters, and in things too wonderful for me.

Faarfannaa ol baʼuu. Faarfannaa Daawit. Yaa Waaqayyo, garaan koo of hin jaju; iji koos of hin tuulu; ani waan guddaa fi waan humna kootii ol taʼe keessa hin seenu.

2 Surely I have restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child.

Ani garuu lubbuu koo afaan qabachiiseera; calʼisiiseeras; akkuma daaʼimni harma haadha isaa guusan tokko haadhatti irkatee boqotu sana, akkuma daaʼima harma haadha isaa guusanii lubbuun koo na keessatti calʼiste.

3 Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.

Yaa Israaʼel, ammaa fi bara baraaf, Waaqayyoon abdadhu.