Psalms 3
1 A Psalme of Dauid, when he fled from his sonne Absalom. Lord, howe are mine aduersaries increased? howe many rise 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 soule, There is no helpe for him in God. (Selah)
Namoonni baayʼeen, “Waaqni isa hin baraaru” jedhanii waaʼee koo dubbatu.
3 But thou Lord art a buckler for me: my glory, and the lifter vp of mine head.
Yaa Waaqayyo, ati garuu naannoo kootti gaachana koo ti; ulfina kootis; mataa koos kan ol qabdu suma.
4 I did call vnto the Lord with my voyce, and he heard me out of his holy mountaine. (Selah)
Ani guddisee Waaqayyotti nan iyyadha; innis tulluu isaa qulqulluu irraa deebii naa kenna.
5 I layed me downe and slept, and rose vp againe: for the Lord susteined me.
Ani nan ciisa; nan rafas; waan Waaqayyo ol na qabuuf nan dammaqa.
6 I will not be afrayde for ten thousand of the people, that should beset me round about.
Saba kumaatama qixa hundaan kaʼee na marse ani hin sodaadhu.
7 O Lord, arise: helpe me, my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies vpon the cheeke bone: thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
Yaa Waaqayyo kaʼi! Yaa Waaqa koo na baraari! Mangaagaa diinota kootii hundumaa rukuti; ilkaan hamootaa illee caccabsi.
8 Saluation belongeth vnto the Lord, and thy blessing is vpon thy people. (Selah)
Fayyinni kan Waaqayyoo ti. Eebbi kee saba kee irra haa jiraatu.
