Psalms 3
1 A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Yahweh, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
Ry Iehovà, Akore ty fitomboa’ o mpamorefore ahikoo! Maro ty miongake hiatreatre ahy.
2 Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in 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 cry to Yahweh with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
Ie koiheko am-peo t’Iehovà, le janjiñe’e amy vohi’e miavakey. Selà
5 I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for Yahweh sustains me.
Màndre iraho vaho miroro; tsekake amy te mpañimba ahy t’Iehovà.
6 I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
Tsy hembañako i lahiale miarikoboñe hiatreatre ahikoy.
7 Arise, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken 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 belongs to Yahweh. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
Am’ Iehovà ty fandrombahañe; naho am’ondati’oo ty fitahia’o. Selà
