Psalms 144
1 By David. Blessed [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
Ta Dawuda. Yabo ya tabbata ga Ubangiji dutsena, wanda ya horar da hannuwana don yaƙi, yatsotsina don faɗa.
2 My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
Shi ne Allah mai ƙaunata da kuma kagarata, katangata da mai cetona, garkuwata, wanda nake neman mafaka daga gare shi, wanda ya sa mutane a ƙarƙashina.
3 Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
Ya Ubangiji, wane ne mutum da ka kula da shi, ɗan mutum da har za ka yi tunaninsa?
4 Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
Mutum yana kama da numfashi; kwanakinsa suna wucewa kamar inuwa.
5 Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
Ka tsage sammanka, ya Ubangiji, ka sauko; ka taɓa duwatsu, domin su yi hayaƙi.
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
Ka aiko da walƙiya ka watsar da abokan gāba; ka karɓa kibiyoyinka ka sa su gudu.
7 Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
Ka miƙa hannunka daga bisa; ka cece ni ka kuma kuɓutar da ni daga manyan ruwaye, daga hannuwan baƙi
8 Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
waɗanda bakunansu sun cika da ƙarya, waɗanda hannuwansu na dama masu ruɗu ne.
9 O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.
Zan rera sabuwar waƙa gare ka, ya Allah; a kan molo mai tsirkiya goma zan yi maka kiɗi,
10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
ga Wannan wanda yake ba wa sarakuna nasara, wanda ya cece bawansa Dawuda. Daga takobin kisa.
11 Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood,
Ka cece ni ka kuma kuɓutar da ni daga hannuwan baƙi waɗanda bakunansu sun cika da ƙarya, waɗanda hannuwansu na dama masu ruɗu ne.
12 Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished — the likeness of a palace,
Ta haka’ya’yanmu maza a ƙuruciyarsu za su zama kamar tsire-tsiren da aka kula da su,’ya’yanmu mata kuma za su zama kamar ginshiƙai da sassaƙa don adon fada.
13 Our garners [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
Rumbunanmu za su cika da kowane irin tanadi. Tumakinmu za su ƙaru ninki dubu, ninki dubu goma-goma a filayenmu;
14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
shanunmu za su ja kaya masu nauyi. Ba za a sami tashin hankali a katangarmu ba, ba zuwan zaman bauta, ba jin kukan damuwa a titunanmu.
15 O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God [is] Jehovah!
Masu albarka ne mutanen da wannan zai zama haka; masu albarka ne mutanen da Allah ne Ubangiji.
