Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
Faarfannaa Daawit. Waaqayyo kattaa koo, isa harka koo waraanaaf, quba koos lolaaf leenjisu sanaaf galanni haa gaʼu.
2 My lovingkindness and my stronghold, my high tower and my deliverer—mine! My buckler, and he in whom I have sought refuge, —He that subdueth my people 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 O Yahweh! what is the earthborn, And yet thou hast acknowledged him, —the son of a mortal, And yet thou hast taken account of him:
Yaa Waaqayyo, akka ati waaʼee isaa yaadduuf, namni maali? Akka ati isaaf yaadduuf ilmi namaa maali?
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
Namni akkuma qilleensa shuf jedhee darbuuti, barri isaas akkuma gaaddisa darbuu ti.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
Yaa Waaqayyo, samiiwwan kee tarsaasii gad buʼi; akka aarri isaan keessaa yaaʼuufis tulluuwwan tuqi.
6 Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
Bakakkaa ergiitii diina bittinneessi; xiyya kee darbadhuutii isaan balleessi.
7 Put forth thy hands from on high: —Snatch me away and rescue me out of mighty waters, out of the hand of the sons of the alien,
Ol gubbaadhaa harka kee gad hiixadhuutii bishaan jabaa jalaa, harka alagaa duraas, na baasi; na oolchis;
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
warra afaan isaanii sobaan guutame, warra harki isaanii mirgaa nama dogoggorsu duraa na baasi.
9 O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:
Yaa Waaqi, ani faarfannaa haaraa siif nan faarfadha; kiraara ribuu kudhaniitiinis siifin weeddisa;
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
isa moototaaf moʼannoo kennuuf, isa garbicha isaa Daawitin goraadee nama ajjeesu jalaa baasuuf nan faarfadha.
11 Snatch me away and rescue me out of he hand of the sons of the alien, —whose mouth hath spoken deceit, and, 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 That, our sons, may be like plants well grown while yet young, —Our daughters, like corner pillars, —carved, in the construction of 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 garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:
Gombisaawwan keenya, midhaan gosa garaa garaatiin haa guutaman. Hoolonni keenya kumaatama haa dhalan; dirree keenya irrattis kumaatama kudhaniin haa baayʼatan;
14 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
loon keenya haa dorroban hin gatatin yookaan yeroo malee hin dhalin; boojiʼamuunis hin jiraatin; wawwaachuunis karaa keenya irratti hin dhagaʼamin.
15 How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
Warri eebbi kun taʼeef haa gammadan; warri Waaqayyo Waaqa isaanii taʼeef eebbifamoo dha.
