Psalms 144

1 Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:

a i Davide Andriañeñe t’Iehovà lamilamiko, mpañoke o tañakoo hialy, ty rambon-tañako hihotakotake,

2 My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdues my people under me.

i mpiferenaiñe ahy naho rovakoy, ie tambohoko abo naho ty Mpañahañ’ahy, ty kalan-defoko naho fipalirako, mpampiambàne’ ondatikoo amako.

3 LORD, what is man, that you take knowledge of him! or the son of man, that you make account of him!

O ry Iehovà, inoñ’ ondatio te haoñe’o, naho o ana’ondatio t’ie tsakorè’o?

4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.

Fa hoe kofòke t’indaty; talinjo mihelañe o andro’eo.

5 Bow your heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

Avohoro o likera’oo ry Iehovà le mizotsoa; paoho o vohitseo hahatoeñe.

6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out your arrows, and destroy them.

Ahiririño mb’eo ty helatse hampiparatsiahe’o, iraho mb’eo o ana-pale’oo hampibaibay iareo.

7 Send your hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;

Ahitsio hirik’añ’abo añe ty fità’o; avotsoro iraho naho hahao amo alon-driake ra’elahio, naho am-pità’ o ambahinio,

8 Whose mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

fa bodiak’ avao ty falie’ iareo, vaho fitàn-kavanam-pamañahy ty fitàn-kavana’ iareo.

9 I will sing a new song to you, O God: on a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises to you.

Ho saboeko sabo vao irehe ry Andrianañahare; hititihako marovany folo-taly hibekobekoako fandrengeañe,

10 It is he that gives salvation to kings: who delivers David his servant from the hurtful sword.

ie tolora’o rombake o Mpanjakao, naho mamotsotse i Davide mpitoro’oy ami’ty fibara mijoy.

11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:

Hahao iraho naho avotsoro am-pità’ ondaty alik’amakoo, fa mandañitse avao ty falie’ iareo, vaho ty fitàn-kavana’ iareo ro fitan-kavanam-bìlañe.

12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:

Soa te ho hatae toratora’e o anadahin-tikañeo ami’ty hatora’ iareo vaho ho fahan-kotsoke niranjieñe ami’ty satan’ anjomba o anak-ampelan-tikañeo.

13 That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:

Le ho pea o rihantikañeo, mañakatse ze hene karazam-bokatse, naho hitombo añ’arivo o añondrin-tikañeo, le añ’aleale ty an-teten-tikañ’ao;

14 That our oxen may be strong to labor; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.

Le hitohetse iaby ty añomben-tika, naho tsy ho an-keba’e o kijolio, tsy ama’e ao ty hasese añe, vaho tsy ho an-dalan-tikañe ey ty koi-doza.

15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yes, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.

Haha t’indaty mitoetse hoe izay; fale t’indaty naho Iehovà ro Andrianañahare’e.