Salamo 144

1 Nataon’ i Davida.

By David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—

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 loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.

3 Jehovah ô, inona ny olona, no iahianao azy? Ary ny zanak’ olombelona, no iheveranao azy?

Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?

4 Ny olona dia tahaka ny zava-poana, Ny androny dia tahaka ny aloka mihelina.

Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

5 Jehovah ô, aondreho ny lanitrao, ka midìna; Tendreo ny tendrombohitra, dia hidonaka ireny.

Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

6 Ampitselatselaro ny helatra, ka ampielezo ireo; Alefao ny zana-tsipìkanao, ka ampifanaritaho ireo;

Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout 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 your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,

8 Izay miteny zava-poana amin’ ny vavany, Ary ny tànany ankavanana dia tanana ankavanana mamitaka.

whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

9 Andriamanitra ô, hihira fihiram-baovao ho Anao aho; Amin’ ny valiha tory folo no hankalazako Anao,

I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.

10 Izay manome famonjena ho an’ ireo mpanjaka, Sady mamonjy an’ i Davida mpanompony tsy ho voan’ ny sabatra mandratra.

You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly 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;

Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a 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.

Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

13 Ho feno ny trano fitehirizanay, ka hisy vokatra betsaka samy hafa karazana; Hiteraka arivoarivo sy alinalina ny ondrinay any an-tsahanay;

Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

14 Hahazaka be ny ombinay, Ary tsy hisy ho rava, na ho lasan-ko babo, Sady tsy hisy fitarainana any an-dalambenay.

Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.

15 Sambatra ny firenena izay tahaka izany; Eny, sambatra ny firenena izay manana an’ i Jehovah ho Andriamaniny.

Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh.