Psalms 21
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. O Yahweh, in thy strength, will the king rejoice, and, in thy salvation, how greatly will he exult!
Dura Buʼaa Faarfattootaatiif. Faarfannaa Daawit. Yaa Waaqayyo, mootiin jabina keetti baayʼee gammada. Gargaarsa keettis gammachuun isaa hammam guddaa dha!
2 The longing of his heart, hast thou given him, and, the request of his lips, hast thou not withheld. (Selah)
Ati hawwii garaa isaa kenniteefii jirta; kadhannaa afaan isaas isa hin dhowwanne.
3 For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.
Ati eebba guddaadhaan isa simatte; gonfoo warqee qulqulluus mataa isaa irra keesse.
4 Life, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.
Inni jireenya si kadhate; atis ni kenniteef; bara dheeraas bara baraa hamma bara baraatti kenniteef.
5 Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him;
Ulfinni isaa moʼannaa ati isaaf kenniteen guddaa taʼe; atis ulfinaa fi surraa isatti uwwifte.
6 For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;
Ati eebba bara baraa kenniteef; akka inni gammachuu argama keetiitiin gammadus goote.
7 For, the king, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken.
Mootichi Waaqayyoon amanataatii; sababii jaalala Waaqa Waan Hundaa Olii kan hin geeddaramne sanaatiifis inni hin raafamu.
8 Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.
Harki kee diinota kee hunda ni qabata; harki kee mirgaas warra si jibban ni qaba.
9 Thou wilt make them like a furnace of fire, at the time of thy presence, —Yahweh, in his anger, will swallow them up, and there shall consume them a fire:
Yeroo mulʼachuu keetiitti, akka boolla ibiddi keessaa bobaʼuu isaan goota. Waaqayyo dheekkamsa isaatiin isaan liqimsa; ibiddis isaan fixa.
10 Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;
Ati sanyii isaanii lafa irraa, ijoollee isaaniis ilmaan namaa gidduudhaa ni balleessita.
11 For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.
Isaan yoo waan hamaa sitti yaadan, yoo daba sitti mariʼatanis hin milkaaʼan.
12 For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.
Ati yommuu iddaa kee isaanitti qabdutti, akka isaan baqatan gootaatii.
13 Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.
Yaa Waaqayyo, jabina keetiin ol ol jedhi; nu humna kee ni jajanna; ni faarfannas.
