Psalms 4
1 To the Chief Musician: with stringed instruments. A Melody of David. When I cry, answer me, O mine own righteous God, In a strait place, thou hast made room for me, Show me favour, and hear my prayer.
Don mai bi da kaɗe-kaɗe. Da kayan kiɗi masu tsirkiya. Ta Dawuda. Ka amsa mini sa’ad da na kira gare ka, Ya Allahna mai adalci. Ka ba ni sauƙi daga wahalata; ka ji tausayina ka kuma ji addu’ata.
2 Ye sons of the great! how long, turning my glory to contempt, will ye love emptiness, will ye seek falsehood? (Selah)
Har yaushe, ya ku mutane za ku mai da ɗaukakata abin kunya? Har yaushe za ku ƙaunaci ruɗu ku nemi allolin ƙarya? (Sela)
3 Know ye, then, that Yahweh hath set apart the man of lovingkindness for himself: Yahweh, will hear, when I cry to him.
Ku san cewa Ubangiji ya keɓe masu tsoron Allah wa kansa; Ubangiji zai ji sa’ad da na yi kira gare shi.
4 Be deeply moved, but do not sin, —Ponder in your own heart upon your bed, and be silent. (Selah)
Cikin fushinku kada ku yi zunubi; sa’ad da kuke kan gadajenku, ku bincike zukatanku ku kuma yi shiru. (Sela)
5 Sacrifice the sacrifices of righteousness; and put your trust in Yahweh.
Ku miƙa hadayun da suka dace ku kuma dogara ga Ubangiji.
6 Multitudes, are saying, Who will show us prosperity? Lift thou upon us the light of thy countenance, O Yahweh.
Yawanci suna cewa, “Wa zai yi mana alheri?” Bari hasken fuskarka yă haskaka a kanmu, ya Ubangiji.
7 Thou hast put gladness in my heart, —beyond the season when, their corn and their new wine, have increased.
Ka cika zuciyata da farin ciki sa’ad da hatsinsu da sabon ruwan inabinsu ya yi yawa.
8 In peace, will I lay me down and at once sleep; for, thou, Yahweh alone, wilt cause me, in security, to dwell.
Zan kwanta in kuma yi barci lafiya, gama kai kaɗai, ya Ubangiji, kake sa mazaunina yă kasance lafiya lau.
