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.
Rabbiyow, cadaawayaashaydu fara badanaa! Kuwa igu kacaa aad bay u badan yihiin.
2 Many say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
Way badan yihiin kuwa naftayda wax ka sheegaa, iyagoo leh, Ilaah isaga caawin maayo. (Selaah)
3 But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
Laakiinse, Rabbiyow, adigu waxaad tahay gaashaan igu wareegsan, Iyo sharaftayda, iyo kan madaxayga kor u qaada.
4 I lift up my voice to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy hill. (Selah)
Codkayga ayaan Rabbiga ugu qayliyaa, Oo isaguna wuxuu iiga jawaabaa buurtiisa quduuska ah. (Selaah)
5 I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected me.
Anigu waan jiifsaday oo waan iska seexday, Oo haddana waan soo toosay, waayo, Rabbiga ayaa i xannaaneeya.
6 I will not be afraid of the multitudes of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
Ka baqi maayo dadka kumanyaalkaa, Oo gees kasta iga hareereeyey.
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.
Kac, Rabbiyow, oo i badbaadi, Ilaahayow, Waayo, cadaawayaashaydii oo dhan waxaad ku dhufatay dhabanka, Oo kuwa sharka leh ilkahoodiina waad jejebisay.
8 Salvation comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
Badbaado waxaa leh Rabbiga, Barakadaadu dadkaaga ha ku soo degto. (Selaah)
