Psalms 45
1 TO THE OVERSEER. [SET] ON “LILIES.” AN INSTRUCTION OF THE SONS OF KORAH. A SONG OF LOVES. My heart has stirred a good word, I am telling my works to the King, My tongue [is] the pen of a speedy writer.
Dura buʼaa faarfattootaatiif. Yeedaloo ilmaan Qooraahi kan “Daraaraa” jedhamu. Maskiil. Faarfannaa cidhaa. Yommuu ani mootiidhaaf faarfadhutti, yaadni gaariin garaa koo guutee irra dhangalaʼa; arrabni koos akkuma biirii barreessaa ogeessa tokkoo ti.
2 You have been beautified above the sons of men, Grace has been poured into Your lips, Therefore God has blessed You for all time.
Ati nama hundumaa caalaa miidhagaa dha; hidhii kee irra surraatu dhangalaʼa; kanaafuu Waaqni bara baraan si eebbiseera.
3 Gird Your sword on the thigh, O Mighty [One], Your splendor and Your majesty!
Yaa gooticha, goraadee kee luqqeettuutti hidhadhu; ulfinaa fi surraa uffadhu.
4 As for Your majesty—prosper [and] ride! Because of truth, meekness, [and] righteousness, And Your right hand shows You fearful things.
Sababii dubbii dhugaatiif, gad of qabiisaa fi qajeelummaatiif, miidhagina keetiin moʼannaadhaan fuula duratti gulufi; harki kee mirgaas hojii sodaachisaa haa hojjetu.
5 Your arrows [are] sharp—Peoples fall under You—In the heart of the enemies of the King.
Xiyyawwan kee qara qabeeyyiin sun onnee diinota mootii haa waraanan; saboonnis miilla kee jalatti haa jijjiganii.
6 Your throne, O God, [is for] all time and forever, A scepter of uprightness [Is] the scepter of Your kingdom.
Yaa Waaqayyo, teessoon kee bara baraa hamma bara baraatti ni jiraata; bokkuun qajeelummaas bokkuu mootummaa keetii ni taʼa.
7 You have loved righteousness and hate wickedness, Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You With oil of joy above Your companions.
Ati qajeelummaa jaallatta; jalʼina immoo ni jibbita; kanaafuu Waaqayyo, Waaqni kee hiriyoota kee caalaatti, zayitiidhaan gammachuu si dibeera.
8 Myrrh, and aloes, [and] cassia [Cover] all Your garments; Out of palaces of ivory, Stringed instruments have made You glad.
Uffanni kee hundinuu qumbiidhaan, argeessaa fi qundhiidhaan ni urgaaʼa; masaraawwan ilka arbaatiin miidhagfaman keessattis muuziiqaan miʼa ribuu si gammachiisa.
9 Daughters of kings [are] among Your precious ones, A queen has stood at Your right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.
Intallan moototaa dubartoota kee warra kabajamoo keessa jiru; mootittiinis warqee Oofiiriitiin miidhagfamtee karaa harka mirga keetii dhaabatti.
10 Listen, O daughter, and see, incline your ear, And forget your people, and your father’s house,
Yaa intalaa dhagaʼi; hubadhu; gurra kees as qabi; saba keetii fi mana abbaa keetii irraanfadhu.
11 And the King desires your beauty, Because He [is] your Lord—bow yourself to Him,
Mootiin miidhagina kee hawwa; waan inni gooftaa kee taʼeef isa kabaji.
12 And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people appease your face.
Intalli Xiiroos kennaa fiddee dhufti; sooreyyiinis garaa si laafifachuu barbaadu.
13 All glory [is] the daughter of the king within, Her clothing [is] with filigrees of gold.
Intalli mootii ulfina guddaadhaan diinqa ishee jirti; uffanni ishees warqeedhaan dhaʼame.
14 In various colors she is brought to the King; Afterward, virgins, her companions, Are brought to You.
Isheenis uffata halluu garaa garaa qabu uffattee gara mootiitti geeffamti; durboonni waaʼelli ishees ishee duukaa buʼanii gara keetti fidamu.
15 They are brought with joy and gladness, They come into the palace of the King.
Isaanis gammachuu fi ililleedhaan ol galfamu; masaraa mootichaas ni seenu.
16 Instead of Your fathers are Your sons, You appoint them for princes in all the earth.
Ilmaan kee iddoo abbootii keetii buʼan; atis lafa hunda irratti isaan ni moosifta.
17 I make mention of Your Name in all generations, Therefore peoples praise You, For all time and forever!
Ani akka maqaan kee dhaloota hunda keessatti yaadatamu nan godha; kanaafuu saboonni bara baraa hamma bara baraatti si jajatu.
