Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how are they multiplied that trouble me? many [are] they that rise up against me.
Rabbiyow, cadaawayaashaydu fara badanaa! Kuwa igu kacaa aad bay u badan yihiin.
2 Many [there are] who say of my soul, [There is] no help for him in God. (Selah)
Way badan yihiin kuwa naftayda wax ka sheegaa, iyagoo leh, Ilaah isaga caawin maayo. (Selaah)
3 But thou, O LORD, [art] a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Laakiinse, Rabbiyow, adigu waxaad tahay gaashaan igu wareegsan, Iyo sharaftayda, iyo kan madaxayga kor u qaada.
4 I cried to the LORD with my voice, and he heard me from his holy hill. (Selah)
Codkayga ayaan Rabbiga ugu qayliyaa, Oo isaguna wuxuu iiga jawaabaa buurtiisa quduuska ah. (Selaah)
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustained 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 ten thousands of people, that have set [themselves] against me on all sides.
Ka baqi maayo dadka kumanyaalkaa, Oo gees kasta iga hareereeyey.
7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all my enemies [upon] the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly.
Kac, Rabbiyow, oo i badbaadi, Ilaahayow, Waayo, cadaawayaashaydii oo dhan waxaad ku dhufatay dhabanka, Oo kuwa sharka leh ilkahoodiina waad jejebisay.
8 Salvation [belongeth] to the LORD: thy blessing [is] upon thy people. (Selah)
Badbaado waxaa leh Rabbiga, Barakadaadu dadkaaga ha ku soo degto. (Selaah)
