Psalms 71
1 Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende;
Yaa Waaqayyo, ani kooluu sitti galeera; ati gonkumaa na hin qaanessin.
2 in thi riytwisnesse delyuere thou me, and rauysche me out. Bowe doun thin eere to me; and make me saaf.
Qajeelummaa keetiin na baasi; na oolchis; gurra kee gara kootti qabi; na fayyisis.
3 Be thou to me in to God a defendere; and in to a strengthid place, that thou make me saaf. For thou art my stidefastnesse; and my refuit.
Ati kattaa ani kooluu itti galu, iddoo ani yeroo hunda itti baqadhu naa taʼi; ati waan kattaa koo fi daʼoo koo taateef, na baraaruuf ajaja kenni.
4 My God, delyuere thou me fro the hoond of the synner; and fro the hoond of a man doynge ayens the lawe, and of the wickid man.
Yaa Waaqa ko, harka nama hamaa, qabaa nama jalʼaatii fi gara jabeessaa keessaa na baasi.
5 For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe.
Yaa Waaqayyo Gooftaa, ati abdii kootii; ijoollummaa kootii kaaftees ati Waaqa ani amanadhuu dha.
6 In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir.
Ani gaafan dhaladhee jalqabee sitti irkadheera; gadameessa haadha koo keessaas situ na baase. Ani yeroo hunda sin galateeffadha.
7 My syngyng is euere in thee; Y am maad as a greet wonder to many men; and thou art a strong helpere.
Ani namoota baayʼeedhaaf mallattoo taʼeera; ati garuu daʼoo koo isa jabaa dha.
8 My mouth be fillid with heriyng; that Y synge thi glorie, al dai thi greetnesse.
Afaan koo guyyaa guutuu, galataa fi ulfina keetiin guutama.
9 Caste thou not awei me in the tyme of eldnesse; whanne my vertu failith, forsake thou not me.
Yeroo ani dulloomutti ati na hin gatin; yeroo humni koo dhumuttis na hin dhiisin.
10 For myn enemyes seiden of me; and thei that kepten my lijf maden counsel togidere.
Diinonni koo natti mariʼatuutii; warri na ajjeesuuf riphanii eeggatanis walii wajjin natti mariʼatu.
11 Seiynge, God hath forsake hym; pursue ye, and take hym; for noon is that schal delyuere.
Isaanis, “Waaqni isa dhiiseera; namni isa oolchu tokko iyyuu hin jiruutii faana buʼaatii qabaa” jedhu.
12 God, be thou not maad afer fro me; my God, biholde thou in to myn help.
Yaa Waaqi, narraa hin fagaatin; yaa Waaqa ko, na gargaaruuf dafii kottu.
13 Men that bacbiten my soule, be schent, and faile thei; and be thei hilid with schenschip and schame, that seken yuels to me.
Warri na himatan qaanaʼanii haa badan; warri na miidhuu barbaadanis tuffii fi salphina haa uffatan.
14 But Y schal hope euere; and Y schal adde euere ouer al thi preising.
Ani garuu yeroo hundumaa abdii qaba; ittuma caalchisees sin galateeffadha.
15 Mi mouth schal telle thi riytfulnesse; al dai thin helthe. For Y knewe not lettrure, Y schal entre in to the poweres of the Lord;
Ani yoo hammam akka inni gaʼu beekuu baadhe illee, afaan koo waaʼee qajeelummaa keetiitii fi waaʼee fayyisuu keetii guyyaa guutuu ni odeessa.
16 Lord, Y schal bithenke on thi riytfulnesse aloone.
Yaa Waaqayyo Gooftaa, ani dhufee hojii kee humna qabeessa sana nan odeessa; ani qajeelummaa kee qofa labsa.
17 God, thou hast tauyt me fro my yongthe, and `til to now; Y schal telle out thi merueilis.
Yaa Waaqi, ati ijoollummaa kootii jalqabdee na barsiifteerta; anis hamma harʼaatti hojii kee dinqisiisaa sana nan labsa.
18 And til in to `the eldnesse and the laste age; God, forsake thou not me. Til Y telle thin arm; to eche generacioun, that schal come. Til Y telle thi myyt,
Yaa Waaqayyo, yeroo ani dulloomee mataan koo arrii taʼutti illee, hamma ani humna kee dhaloota kanatti, jabina kees dhaloota dhufuuf jiru hundatti labsuutti, ati na hin dhiisin.
19 and thi riytfulnesse, God, til in to the hiyeste grete dedis which thou hast do; God, who is lijk thee?
Yaa Waaqi, qajeelummaan kee samiiwwan bira gaʼa; ati waan gurguddaa hojjetteerta; yaa Waaqi, kan akka keetii eenyu?
20 Hou grete tribulaciouns many and yuele hast thou schewid to me; and thou conuertid hast quykenyd me, and hast eft brouyt me ayen fro the depthis of erthe.
Ati rakkinaa fi dhiphina baayʼee na argisiifteerta; taʼus jireenya koo deebiftee ni haaromsita, qilee lafaa keessaas deebiftee ol na baafta.
21 Thou hast multiplied thi greet doyng; and thou conuertid hast coumfortid me.
Ulfina koo ni guddifta; amma illee na jajjabeessita.
22 For whi and Y schal knowleche to thee, thou God, thi treuthe in the instrumentis of salm; Y schal synge in an harpe to thee, that art the hooli of Israel.
Yaa Waaqa ko, ani amanamummaa keetiif, kiraaraan sin faarfadha; Yaa Qulqullicha Israaʼel ani kiraaraan faarfannaa galataa siif faarfadha.
23 Mi lippis schulen make fulli ioye, whanne Y schal synge to thee; and my soule, which thou ayen bouytist.
Yommuu ani faarfannaa galataa siif faarfadhutti, hidhiin koo, lubbuun koo kan ati furtes guddisanii ni ililchu.
24 But and my tunge schal thenke al dai on thi riytfulnesse; whanne thei schulen be schent and aschamed, that seken yuelis to me.
Warri na miidhuu barbaadan, waan qaanaʼanii burjaajaʼaniif arrabni koo guyyaa guutuu qajeelummaa kee odeessa.
