Psalms 101

1 A PSALM OF DAVID. I sing kindness and judgment, To You, O YHWH, I sing praise.

Faarfannaa Daawit. Ani jaalala keetii fi murtii kee qajeelaa sanaaf nan faarfadha; Yaa Waaqayyo ani siif nan faarfadha.

2 I act wisely in a perfect way, When do You come to me? I habitually walk in the integrity of my heart, In the midst of my house.

Ani jireenya hirʼina hin qabne jiraachuuf of nan eeggadha; ati yoom gara koo dhufta? Ani garaa qulqulluudhaan, mana koo nan jiraadha.

3 I do not set a worthless thing before my eyes, I have hated the work of those turning aside, It does not adhere to me.

Ani ija koo dura, waan hamaa hin kaaʼu. Hojii jalʼootaa nan jibba; nattis hin qabatu.

4 A perverse heart turns aside from me, I do not know wickedness.

Namoonni yaada micciiramaa qaban narraa haa fagaatan; ani jalʼina wajjin tokkummaa hin qabaadhu.

5 Whoever slanders his neighbor in secret, Him I cut off, The high of eyes and proud of heart, Him I do not endure.

Nama dhoksaan ollaa isaa hamatu kam iyyuu, ani afaan nan qabachiisa; nama tuffiin nama ilaaluu fi kan garaa of tuulu qabuuf, ani obsa hin qabaadhu.

6 My eyes are on the faithful of the land, To dwell with me, Whoever is walking in a perfect way, he serves me.

Akka isaan na wajjin jiraataniif, iji koo amanamoota biyyattii irra jiraatti; namni karaa qajeelaa irra deemu, inni na tajaajila.

7 He who is working deceit does not dwell in my house, Whoever is speaking lies is not established before my eyes.

Namni nama gowwoomsu tokko iyyuu mana koo keessa hin jiraatu; namni soba dubbatu tokko iyyuu fuula koo dura hin dhaabatu.

8 At morning I cut off all the wicked of the land, To cut off from the city of YHWH All the workers of iniquity!

Ani jalʼoota biyyattii hunda, ganama ganama nan barbadeessa; warra waan hamaa hojjetan magaalaa Waaqayyoo keessaa nan balleessa.