Psalms 62
1 To the victorie on Iditum, the salm of Dauid. Whether my soule schal not be suget to God; for myn heelthe is of hym.
Naftaydu waxay sugtaa Ilaah oo keliya, Oo badbaadadayduna waxay ka timaadaa xaggiisa.
2 For whi he is bothe my God, and myn heelthe; my `taker vp, Y schal no more be moued.
Isaga oo qudha ayaa dhagaxayga weyn iyo badbaadadaydaba ah, Isagu waa munaaraddayda, oo aniga aad lay dhaqaajin maayo.
3 Hou longe fallen ye on a man? alle ye sleen; as to a wal bowid, and a wal of stoon with out morter cast doun.
Balse idinku ilaa goormaad nin ku weeraraysaan, Inaad kulligiin isaga dumisaan, Sida derbi dhacaya, iyo deyr ligliganaya?
4 Netheles thei thouyten to putte awei my prijs, Y ran in thirst; with her mouth thei blessiden, and in her herte thei cursiden.
Iyagu waxay keliyahoo ku tashadaan si ay isaga sharaftiisa uga dejiyaan, Oo waxay ku farxaan beensheegidda, Afka way ka duceeyaan, laakiinse uurka way ka habaartamaan. (Selaah)
5 Netheles, my soule, be thou suget to God; for my pacience is of hym.
Naftaydoy, Ilaah oo qudha sug, Waayo, isagaan wax ka filanayaa.
6 For he is my God, and my saueour; myn helpere, Y schal not passe out.
Isaga oo qudha ayaa dhagaxayga weyn iyo badbaadadaydaba ah, Isagu waa munaaraddayda, oo aniga layma dhaqaajin doono.
7 Myn helthe, and my glorie is in God; God is the yyuer of myn help, and myn hope is in God.
Badbaadadayda iyo ammaantayduba waxay la jiraan Ilaah, Dhagaxii xooggayga iyo magangalkaygaba waa xagga Ilaah.
8 Al the gaderyng togidere of the puple, hope ye in God, schede ye out youre hertis bifore hym; God is oure helpere with outen ende.
Dadkow, isaga isku halleeya wakhti kastaba, Oo qalbigiinna waxba ha kula hadhina Ilaah hortiisa, Waayo, Ilaah baa magangal inoo ah. (Selaah)
9 Netheles the sones of men ben veyne; the sones of men ben liers in balauncis, that thei disseyue of vanytee in to the same thing.
Hubaal dad gun ahu waa xumbo, Oo dad gob ahuna waa been, Markii la miisaamo way kor mari doonaan, Oo iyagu dhammaantood xumbo way ka fudud yihiin.
10 Nile ye haue hope in wickidnesse, and nyle ye coueyte raueyns; if ritchessis be plenteuouse, nyle ye sette the herte therto.
Dulmiga ha isku hallaynina, Waxdhiciddana ha ku kibrina. Maal hadduu idinku batona qalbigiinna ha raacinina.
11 God spak onys, Y herde these twei thingis, that power is of God, and, thou Lord, mercy is to thee;
Ilaah mar buu hadlay, Oo laba goor baan maqlay, In Ilaah xoogga iska leeyahay,
12 for thou schalt yelde to ech man bi hise werkis.
Oo weliba, Sayidow, adigu naxariis baad leedahay, Waayo, nin kasta waxaad ugu abaalguddaa sidii camalladiisu ahaayeen.
