Psalms 57
1 To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of David on Michtam. When he fled from Saul in the cave. Have mercie vpon me, O God, haue mercie vpon me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and in the shadowe of thy wings wil I trust, till these afflictions ouerpasse.
Dura buʼaa faarfattootaatiif. Yeedaloo “Hin balleessin” jedhuun faarfatame. Faarfannaa Daawit. Miiktaamii. Innis yeroo Saaʼol jalaa baqatee holqatti galee faarfate. Na maari; yaa Waaqa na maari; lubbuun koo sitti kooluu galtiitii. Anis hamma balaan darbutti, gaaddisa qoochoo keetii jalatti kooluu nan gala.
2 I will call vnto the most high God, euen to the God, that performeth his promise toward me.
Ani gara Waaqa Waan Hundaa Oliitti, gara Waaqa haaloo naa baasuutti nan iyya.
3 He will send from heauen, and saue me from the reproofe of him that would swallowe me. (Selah) God wil send his mercy, and his trueth.
Inni samii irraa ergee na oolcha; warra akka malee na ariʼan ni ifata; Waaqni jaalala isaatii fi amanamummaa isaa ni erga.
4 My soule is among lions: I lie among the children of men, that are set on fire: whose teeth are speares and arrowes, and their tongue a sharpe sworde.
Ani leencota gidduun jira; ani bineensota nama nyaatan, namoota ilkaan isaanii eeboo fi xiyyaa kanneen arrabni isaanii akka goraadee qaramaa gidduu ciiseera.
5 Exalt thy selfe, O God, aboue the heauen, and let thy glory be vpon all the earth.
Yaa Waaqi, ati samiiwwaniin olitti ol ol jedhi; ulfinni kees lafa hunda irra haa jiraatu.
6 They haue layd a net for my steps: my soule is pressed downe: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the mids of it. (Selah)
Isaanis kiyyoo miilla kootiif kaaʼan; lubbuun koos dhiphinaan gad gogdeerti. Isaan karaa koo irratti boolla qotan; garuu isaanumattu keessatti kufe.
7 Mine heart is prepared, O God, mine heart is prepared: I will sing and giue prayse.
Yaa Waaqi, garaan koo hin raafamu; garaan koo hin raafamu; ani nan faarfadha; nan weeddisas.
8 Awake my tongue, awake viole and harpe: I wil awake early.
Yaa lubbuu ko, dammaqi! Yaa kiraaraa fi baganaa dammaqaa! Anis ganamaan nan dammaqa.
9 I will prayse thee, O Lord, among the people, and I wil sing vnto thee among the nations.
Yaa Gooftaa, ani saboota gidduutti galata siif nan galcha; namoota gidduuttis waaʼee kee nan faarfadha.
10 For thy mercie is great vnto the heauens, and thy trueth vnto the cloudes.
Jaalalli kee guddaa dha; samiiwwanis gaʼaatii; amanamummaan kees samiiwwan qaqqaba.
11 Exalt thy selfe, O God, aboue the heauens, and let thy glory be vpon all the earth.
Yaa Waaqi, ati samiiwwaniin olitti ol ol jedhi; ulfinni kees lafa hunda irra haa jiraatu.
