Psalms 144
1 [By David.] Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle:
Faarfannaa Daawit. Waaqayyo kattaa koo, isa harka koo waraanaaf, quba koos lolaaf leenjisu sanaaf galanni haa gaʼu.
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.
Inni Waaqa na jaallatuu fi daʼoo koo ti; iddoo ani itti daʼadhuu fi fayyisaa koo ti. Gaachana koo, iddoo ani itti kooluu galu, kan na jalatti saba naaf bulchuu dha.
3 LORD, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
Yaa Waaqayyo, akka ati waaʼee isaa yaadduuf, namni maali? Akka ati isaaf yaadduuf ilmi namaa maali?
4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
Namni akkuma qilleensa shuf jedhee darbuuti, barri isaas akkuma gaaddisa darbuu ti.
5 Part your heavens, LORD, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Yaa Waaqayyo, samiiwwan kee tarsaasii gad buʼi; akka aarri isaan keessaa yaaʼuufis tulluuwwan tuqi.
6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
Bakakkaa ergiitii diina bittinneessi; xiyya kee darbadhuutii isaan balleessi.
7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners;
Ol gubbaadhaa harka kee gad hiixadhuutii bishaan jabaa jalaa, harka alagaa duraas, na baasi; na oolchis;
8 whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
warra afaan isaanii sobaan guutame, warra harki isaanii mirgaa nama dogoggorsu duraa na baasi.
9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
Yaa Waaqi, ani faarfannaa haaraa siif nan faarfadha; kiraara ribuu kudhaniitiinis siifin weeddisa;
10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
isa moototaaf moʼannoo kennuuf, isa garbicha isaa Daawitin goraadee nama ajjeesu jalaa baasuuf nan faarfadha.
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.
Harka Ormootaa duraa, warra afaan isaanii sobaan guutame, warra harki isaanii mirgaa nama dogoggorsu jalaa na baasi; na oolchis.
12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
Ilmaan keenya dargaggummaa isaanii keessatti, akka biqiltuu tolee guddatee haa taʼan; intallan keenyas akka utubaa golee, kan masaraa mootummaa miidhagsuuf soofamee haa taʼan.
13 Our storehouses are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
Gombisaawwan keenya, midhaan gosa garaa garaatiin haa guutaman. Hoolonni keenya kumaatama haa dhalan; dirree keenya irrattis kumaatama kudhaniin haa baayʼatan;
14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
loon keenya haa dorroban hin gatatin yookaan yeroo malee hin dhalin; boojiʼamuunis hin jiraatin; wawwaachuunis karaa keenya irratti hin dhagaʼamin.
15 Blessed are the people who are in such a situation. Blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.
Warri eebbi kun taʼeef haa gammadan; warri Waaqayyo Waaqa isaanii taʼeef eebbifamoo dha.
