Psalms 144

1 [By David.] Blessed be Jehovah, my Rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle:

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

2 my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge; who subdues peoples under me.

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

3 Jehovah, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?

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

4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

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

5 Part your heavens, Jehovah, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

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

6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.

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

7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners;

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

8 whose mouths speak deceit, Whose 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, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.

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

10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.

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

11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose 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 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn 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 Our storehouses are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

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 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry 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 Blessed are the people who are in such a situation. Blessed are the people whose God is Jehovah.

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