Salamo 144
1 Nataon’ i Davida.
“By David.” Blessed be the Lord my Rock, who exerciseth my hands for the battle, my fingers for the war:
2 Izay Mpiantra sy batery fiarovana ho ahy sady fiarovana avo sy Mpanafaka ahy, Ary ampingako sy fialofako, Izay mahafolaka ny vahoakako hanoa ahy
My kindness, and my strong-hold; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
3 Jehovah ô, inona ny olona, no iahianao azy? Ary ny zanak’ olombelona, no iheveranao azy?
Lord, what is man, that thou takest cognizance of him: the son of a mortal, that thou regardest him!
4 Ny olona dia tahaka ny zava-poana, Ny androny dia tahaka ny aloka mihelina.
Man is like the breath: his days are like a passing shadow.
5 Jehovah ô, aondreho ny lanitrao, ka midìna; Tendreo ny tendrombohitra, dia hidonaka ireny.
O Lord, bend thy heavens, and come down: touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
6 Ampitselatselaro ny helatra, ka ampielezo ireo; Alefao ny zana-tsipìkanao, ka ampifanaritaho ireo;
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: send out thy arrows, and confound them.
7 Ahinjiro avy any ambony ny tananao; Afaho aho, ka vonjeo amin’ ny rano be, Dia amin’ ny tanan’ ny hafa firenena,
Stretch out thy hands from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of the children of the stranger.
8 Izay miteny zava-poana amin’ ny vavany, Ary ny tànany ankavanana dia tanana ankavanana mamitaka.
Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
9 Andriamanitra ô, hihira fihiram-baovao ho Anao aho; Amin’ ny valiha tory folo no hankalazako Anao,
O God, a new song will I sing unto thee: upon the ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praises unto thee.
10 Izay manome famonjena ho an’ ireo mpanjaka, Sady mamonjy an’ i Davida mpanompony tsy ho voan’ ny sabatra mandratra.
[Thou art he] that giveth victory unto kings: who riddeth David his servant from the evil-bringing sword.
11 Afaho aho, ka vonjeo amin’ ny tanan’ ny hafa firenena, Izay miteny zava-poana amin’ ny vavany, Ary ny tànany ankavanana dia tanana ankavanana mamitaka;
Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of the children of the stranger, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and whose right hand is the right hand of falsehood.
12 Mba ho tahaka ny zava-maniry maroroka ny zanakai-lahy, Ary ho tahaka ny vato fehizoro voasoratra tsara toy ny fomban’ ny lapan’ andriana ny zanakai-vavy.
So that our sons may be like plants, grown up in their youth: our daughters, like corner-pillars, sculptured in the model of a palace.
13 Ho feno ny trano fitehirizanay, ka hisy vokatra betsaka samy hafa karazana; Hiteraka arivoarivo sy alinalina ny ondrinay any an-tsahanay;
May our garners be full, furnishing all manner of store: our sheep bringing forth thousands and ten thousands in our open pastures.
14 Hahazaka be ny ombinay, Ary tsy hisy ho rava, na ho lasan-ko babo, Sady tsy hisy fitarainana any an-dalambenay.
May our oxen be strong to labor: may there be no breach, nor migration, nor loud complaint in our streets.
15 Sambatra ny firenena izay tahaka izany; Eny, sambatra ny firenena izay manana an’ i Jehovah ho Andriamaniny.
Happy the people, that fare thus: happy the people, whose God is the Lord.
