Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.
Rabbiyow, cadaawayaashaydu fara badanaa! Kuwa igu kacaa aad bay u badan yihiin.
2 Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
Way badan yihiin kuwa naftayda wax ka sheegaa, iyagoo leh, Ilaah isaga caawin maayo. (Selaah)
3 And Thou, O Jehovah, [art] a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
Laakiinse, Rabbiyow, adigu waxaad tahay gaashaan igu wareegsan, Iyo sharaftayda, iyo kan madaxayga kor u qaada.
4 My voice [is] unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, (Selah)
Codkayga ayaan Rabbiga ugu qayliyaa, Oo isaguna wuxuu iiga jawaabaa buurtiisa quduuska ah. (Selaah)
5 I — I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
Anigu waan jiifsaday oo waan iska seexday, Oo haddana waan soo toosay, waayo, Rabbiga ayaa i xannaaneeya.
6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
Ka baqi maayo dadka kumanyaalkaa, Oo gees kasta iga hareereeyey.
7 Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies [on] the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
Kac, Rabbiyow, oo i badbaadi, Ilaahayow, Waayo, cadaawayaashaydii oo dhan waxaad ku dhufatay dhabanka, Oo kuwa sharka leh ilkahoodiina waad jejebisay.
8 Of Jehovah [is] this salvation; On Thy people [is] Thy blessing! (Selah)
Badbaado waxaa leh Rabbiga, Barakadaadu dadkaaga ha ku soo degto. (Selaah)
