Psalms 3
1 A psalm of David concerning the time he had to flee from his son Absalom. Lord, my enemies have become so many; so many are rebelling against me.
Ry Iehovà, Akore ty fitomboa’ o mpamorefore ahikoo! Maro ty miongake hiatreatre ahy.
2 So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
Lako ty manao ty hoe ty amako: Tsy ama’e ty fandrombahan’ Añahare. Selà
3 But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
Fa Ihe, ry Iehovà, ro kalan-defo mañohoñ’ ahy, ty engeko naho ty Mpampiandra ty lohako.
4 I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Ie koiheko am-peo t’Iehovà, le janjiñe’e amy vohi’e miavakey. Selà
5 I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
Màndre iraho vaho miroro; tsekake amy te mpañimba ahy t’Iehovà.
6 I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
Tsy hembañako i lahiale miarikoboñe hiatreatre ahikoy.
7 Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break 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 belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
Am’ Iehovà ty fandrombahañe; naho am’ondati’oo ty fitahia’o. Selà
