Psalms 144
1 A psalm of David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands for war and my fingers for battle.
a i Davide Andriañeñe t’Iehovà lamilamiko, mpañoke o tañakoo hialy, ty rambon-tañako hihotakotake,
2 You are my covenant faithfulness and my fortress, my high tower and the one who rescues me, my shield and the one in whom I take refuge, the one who subdues nations under me.
i mpiferenaiñe ahy naho rovakoy, ie tambohoko abo naho ty Mpañahañ’ahy, ty kalan-defoko naho fipalirako, mpampiambàne’ ondatikoo amako.
3 Yahweh, what is man that you take notice of him or the son of man that you think about him?
O ry Iehovà, inoñ’ ondatio te haoñe’o, naho o ana’ondatio t’ie tsakorè’o?
4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.
Fa hoe kofòke t’indaty; talinjo mihelañe o andro’eo.
5 Cause the sky to sink and come down, Yahweh; touch the mountains and make them smoke.
Avohoro o likera’oo ry Iehovà le mizotsoa; paoho o vohitseo hahatoeñe.
6 Send flashes of lightning and scatter my enemies; shoot your arrows and drive them back in confusion.
Ahiririño mb’eo ty helatse hampiparatsiahe’o, iraho mb’eo o ana-pale’oo hampibaibay iareo.
7 Reach out your hand from above; rescue me out of many waters, from the hand of foreigners.
Ahitsio hirik’añ’abo añe ty fità’o; avotsoro iraho naho hahao amo alon-driake ra’elahio, naho am-pità’ o ambahinio,
8 Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.
fa bodiak’ avao ty falie’ iareo, vaho fitàn-kavanam-pamañahy ty fitàn-kavana’ iareo.
9 I will sing a new song to you, God; on a lute of ten strings I will sing praises to you,
Ho saboeko sabo vao irehe ry Andrianañahare; hititihako marovany folo-taly hibekobekoako fandrengeañe,
10 who give salvation to kings, who rescued David your servant from an evil sword.
ie tolora’o rombake o Mpanjakao, naho mamotsotse i Davide mpitoro’oy ami’ty fibara mijoy.
11 Rescue me and free me from the hand of foreigners. Their mouths speak lies, and their right hand is falsehood.
Hahao iraho naho avotsoro am-pità’ ondaty alik’amakoo, fa mandañitse avao ty falie’ iareo, vaho ty fitàn-kavana’ iareo ro fitan-kavanam-bìlañe.
12 May our sons be like plants who grow to full size in their youth and our daughters like carved corner pillars, shapely like those of a palace.
Soa te ho hatae toratora’e o anadahin-tikañeo ami’ty hatora’ iareo vaho ho fahan-kotsoke niranjieñe ami’ty satan’ anjomba o anak-ampelan-tikañeo.
13 May our storehouses be full with every kind of produce, and may our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
Le ho pea o rihantikañeo, mañakatse ze hene karazam-bokatse, naho hitombo añ’arivo o añondrin-tikañeo, le añ’aleale ty an-teten-tikañ’ao;
14 Then our oxen will have many young. No one will break through our walls; there will be no exile and no outcry in our streets.
Le hitohetse iaby ty añomben-tika, naho tsy ho an-keba’e o kijolio, tsy ama’e ao ty hasese añe, vaho tsy ho an-dalan-tikañe ey ty koi-doza.
15 Blessed is the people with such blessings; happy is the people whose God is Yahweh.
Haha t’indaty mitoetse hoe izay; fale t’indaty naho Iehovà ro Andrianañahare’e.
