Psalms 3
1 A psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Yahweh, how many are my enemies! Many have risen against me.
Ry Iehovà, Akore ty fitomboa’ o mpamorefore ahikoo! Maro ty miongake hiatreatre ahy.
2 Many say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
Lako ty manao ty hoe ty amako: Tsy ama’e ty fandrombahan’ Añahare. Selà
3 But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
Fa Ihe, ry Iehovà, ro kalan-defo mañohoñ’ ahy, ty engeko naho ty Mpampiandra ty lohako.
4 I lift up my voice to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy hill. (Selah)
Ie koiheko am-peo t’Iehovà, le janjiñe’e amy vohi’e miavakey. Selà
5 I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected me.
Màndre iraho vaho miroro; tsekake amy te mpañimba ahy t’Iehovà.
6 I will not be afraid of the multitudes of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
Tsy hembañako i lahiale miarikoboñe hiatreatre ahikoy.
7 Rise up, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you will hit all my enemies on the jaw; you will break the teeth of the wicked.
Miongaha, ry Iehovà! Rombaho iraho ry Andrianañahareko, fa fonga tinampifi’o ty valañorà’ o rafelahikoo; vaho pinekapeka’o ty nife’ o lo-tserekeo.
8 Salvation comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
Am’ Iehovà ty fandrombahañe; naho am’ondati’oo ty fitahia’o. Selà
