Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that rise up against me!
Ry Iehovà, Akore ty fitomboa’ o mpamorefore ahikoo! Maro ty miongake hiatreatre ahy.
2 Many say of my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Lako ty manao ty hoe ty amako: Tsy ama’e ty fandrombahan’ Añahare. Selà
3 But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Fa Ihe, ry Iehovà, ro kalan-defo mañohoñ’ ahy, ty engeko naho ty Mpampiandra ty lohako.
4 With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
Ie koiheko am-peo t’Iehovà, le janjiñe’e amy vohi’e miavakey. Selà
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
Màndre iraho vaho miroro; tsekake amy te mpañimba ahy t’Iehovà.
6 I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.
Tsy hembañako i lahiale miarikoboñe hiatreatre ahikoy.
7 Arise, Jehovah; save me, my God! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
Miongaha, ry Iehovà! Rombaho iraho ry Andrianañahareko, fa fonga tinampifi’o ty valañorà’ o rafelahikoo; vaho pinekapeka’o ty nife’ o lo-tserekeo.
8 Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
Am’ Iehovà ty fandrombahañe; naho am’ondati’oo ty fitahia’o. Selà
