Zabura 144
1 Ta Dawuda. Yabo ya tabbata ga Ubangiji dutsena, wanda ya horar da hannuwana don yaƙi, yatsotsina don faɗa.
A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD my Rock, who traineth my hands for war, and my fingers for battle;
2 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.
My lovingkindness, and my fortress, my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and He in whom I take refuge; who subdueth my people under me.
3 Ya Ubangiji, wane ne mutum da ka kula da shi, ɗan mutum da har za ka yi tunaninsa?
LORD, what is man, that Thou takest knowledge of him? or the son of man, that Thou makest account of him?
4 Mutum yana kama da numfashi; kwanakinsa suna wucewa kamar inuwa.
Man is like unto a breath; his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 Ka tsage sammanka, ya Ubangiji, ka sauko; ka taɓa duwatsu, domin su yi hayaƙi.
O LORD, bow Thy heavens, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
6 Ka aiko da walƙiya ka watsar da abokan gāba; ka karɓa kibiyoyinka ka sa su gudu.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them; send out Thine arrows, and discomfit them.
7 Ka miƙa hannunka daga bisa; ka cece ni ka kuma kuɓutar da ni daga manyan ruwaye, daga hannuwan baƙi
Stretch forth Thy hands from on high; rescue me, and deliver me out of many waters, out of the hand of strangers;
8 waɗanda bakunansu sun cika da ƙarya, waɗanda hannuwansu na dama masu ruɗu ne.
Whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
9 Zan rera sabuwar waƙa gare ka, ya Allah; a kan molo mai tsirkiya goma zan yi maka kiɗi,
O God, I will sing a new song unto Thee, upon a psaltery of ten strings will I sing praises unto Thee;
10 ga Wannan wanda yake ba wa sarakuna nasara, wanda ya cece bawansa Dawuda. Daga takobin kisa.
Who givest salvation unto kings, who rescuest David Thy servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Ka cece ni ka kuma kuɓutar da ni daga hannuwan baƙi waɗanda bakunansu sun cika da ƙarya, waɗanda hannuwansu na dama masu ruɗu ne.
Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hand of strangers, whose mouth speaketh falsehood, and their right hand is a right hand of lying.
12 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.
We whose sons are as plants grown up in their youth; whose daughters are as corner-pillars carved after the fashion of a palace;
13 Rumbunanmu za su cika da kowane irin tanadi. Tumakinmu za su ƙaru ninki dubu, ninki dubu goma-goma a filayenmu;
Whose garners are full, affording all manner of store; whose sheep increase by thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
14 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.
Whose oxen are well laden; with no breach, and no going forth, and no outcry in our broad places;
15 Masu albarka ne mutanen da wannan zai zama haka; masu albarka ne mutanen da Allah ne Ubangiji.
Happy is the people that is in such a case. Yea, happy is the people whose God is the LORD.
