Psalms 3
1 The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who rise up against me.
Faarfannaa Daawit yeroo ilma isaa Abesaaloom jalaa baqatetti faarfate. Yaa Waaqayyo, diinonni koo akkam baayʼatu! Namoonni baayʼeen natti kaʼaniiru!
2 Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
Namoonni baayʼeen, “Waaqni isa hin baraaru” jedhanii waaʼee koo dubbatu.
3 But thou, O Lord art my protector, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Yaa Waaqayyo, ati garuu naannoo kootti gaachana koo ti; ulfina kootis; mataa koos kan ol qabdu suma.
4 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
Ani guddisee Waaqayyotti nan iyyadha; innis tulluu isaa qulqulluu irraa deebii naa kenna.
5 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
Ani nan ciisa; nan rafas; waan Waaqayyo ol na qabuuf nan dammaqa.
6 I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
Saba kumaatama qixa hundaan kaʼee na marse ani hin sodaadhu.
7 For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
Yaa Waaqayyo kaʼi! Yaa Waaqa koo na baraari! Mangaagaa diinota kootii hundumaa rukuti; ilkaan hamootaa illee caccabsi.
8 Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Fayyinni kan Waaqayyoo ti. Eebbi kee saba kee irra haa jiraatu.
