Psalms 3
1 [A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son.] YHWH, how my adversaries have increased. Many rise up against me.
Ry Iehovà, Akore ty fitomboa’ o mpamorefore ahikoo! Maro ty miongake hiatreatre ahy.
2 Many there are who say of my soul, "There is no salvation for him in God." (Selah)
Lako ty manao ty hoe ty amako: Tsy ama’e ty fandrombahan’ Añahare. Selà
3 But you, YHWH, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
Fa Ihe, ry Iehovà, ro kalan-defo mañohoñ’ ahy, ty engeko naho ty Mpampiandra ty lohako.
4 I cried out to YHWH with my voice, and he answered me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Ie koiheko am-peo t’Iehovà, le janjiñe’e amy vohi’e miavakey. Selà
5 I lay down and slept. I awoke, for YHWH sustains me.
Màndre iraho vaho miroro; tsekake amy te mpañimba ahy t’Iehovà.
6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
Tsy hembañako i lahiale miarikoboñe hiatreatre ahikoy.
7 Arise, YHWH. Save me, my God. For you slap all my enemies in the face. You break the teeth of the wicked.
Miongaha, ry Iehovà! Rombaho iraho ry Andrianañahareko, fa fonga tinampifi’o ty valañorà’ o rafelahikoo; vaho pinekapeka’o ty nife’ o lo-tserekeo.
8 Salvation belongs to YHWH. Your blessing is upon your people. (Selah)
Am’ Iehovà ty fandrombahañe; naho am’ondati’oo ty fitahia’o. Selà
