Psalms 141
1 A Psalm of David. LORD, I cry to thee: make haste to me; give ear to my voice, when I cry to thee.
Faarfannaa Daawit. Yaa Waaqayyo, ani sin waammadha; dafii na qaqqabi. Yommuu ani si waammadhus sagalee koo dhagaʼi.
2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee [as] incense; [and] the lifting up of my hands [as] the evening sacrifice.
Kadhannaan koo fuula kee duratti akka ixaanaatti anaaf haa fudhatamu; harka koo ol qabachuun koos akka aarsaa galgalaa anaaf haa taʼu.
3 Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
Yaa Waaqayyo, afaan kootiif eegduu naa dhaabi; balbala afaan kootiis naa eegi.
4 Incline not my heart to [any] evil thing, to practice wicked works with men that work iniquity: and let me not eat of their dainties.
Garaan koo namoota waan hamaa hojjetan wajjin, hojii hamminaa keessatti hirmaachuuf, gara jalʼina kamiitti iyyuu hin harkifamin; akka ani nyaata isaanii miʼaawaa nyaadhus anaaf hin eeyyamin.
5 Let the righteous smite me; [it shall be] a kindness: and let him reprove me; [it shall be] an excellent oil, [which] shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also [shall be] in their calamities.
Namni qajeelaan na haa rukutu; kun gara laafinaatii; inni ana haa ifatu; kunis zayitii mataa koo irraatti. Mataan koo waan kana hin didu. Taʼus kadhannaan koo yoom iyyuu hojii hamootaatiin mormuu dha.
6 When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
Bulchitoonni isaanii ededa boollaa irraa gad ni darbatamu; isaan dubbii koo ni dhagaʼu; dubbiin koo ni miʼaawaatii.
7 Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth [wood] upon the earth. (Sheol h7585)
Isaanis, “Akkuma namni lafa qotu biyyoo bulleessu sana, lafeen keenya afaan siiʼool irratti bittinneeffamee jira” jedhu. (Sheol h7585)
8 But my eyes [are] to thee, O GOD the LORD: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
Yaa Waaqayyo Gooftaa, ani garuu ija koo sirraa hin buqqifadhu; ani kooluu sitti galeera; dabarsitee duʼatti na hin kennin.
9 Keep me from the snare [which] they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
Kiyyoo isaan naaf kaaʼan irraa, kiyyoo warri jalʼina hojjetan naaf qopheessan irraas na eegi.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst I escape.
Warri hamoon kiyyoo ofii isaaniitiin haa qabaman; ani garuu nagumaan nan baʼa.
