Psalms 3
1 A Melody of David, when he fled from before Absolom his son. Yahweh! how have mine adversaries multiplied, Multitudes, are rising against me;
Zabura ta Dawuda. Sa’ad da ya gudu daga ɗansa Absalom. Ya Ubangiji, abokan gābana nawa ne! Su nawa suke gāba da ni!
2 Multitudes, are saying of my soul, —No salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Da yawa suna magana a kaina suna cewa, “Allah ba zai cece shi ba.” (Sela)
3 But, thou, Yahweh, art a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Amma kai ne garkuwa kewaye da ni, ya Ubangiji; ka ba ni ɗaukaka ka kuma ɗaga kaina.
4 With my voice—unto Yahweh, do I cry, and he hath answered me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
Ga Ubangiji na yi kuka mai ƙarfi, ya kuwa amsa mini daga tudunsa mai tsarki. (Sela)
5 I, laid me down and slept, —I awoke, Surely, Yahweh, sustaineth me!
Na kwanta na yi barci; na kuma farka, gama Ubangiji yana kiyaye ni.
6 I will not be afraid of myriads of people, who, round about, have set themselves against me.
Ba zan ji tsoro ko dubu goma suka ja dāgā gāba da ni a kowane gefe ba.
7 Rise! Yahweh, Save me, my God. Surely thou hast smitten all my foes on the cheekbone, The teeth of the lawless, hast thou broken.
Ka tashi Ya Ubangiji! Ka cece ni, ya Allahna! Ka bugi dukan abokan gābana a muƙamuƙi; ka kakkarya haƙoran mugaye.
8 To Yahweh, belongeth Salvation! Upon thy people, be thy blessing. (Selah)
Daga wurin Ubangiji ne ceto kan zo. Bari albarkanka yă kasance a kan mutanenka. (Sela)
