Salamo 144

1 a i Davide Andriañeñe t’Iehovà lamilamiko, mpañoke o tañakoo hialy, ty rambon-tañako hihotakotake,

[By David.] Blessed be the LORD, my Rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle:

2 i mpiferenaiñe ahy naho rovakoy, ie tambohoko abo naho ty Mpañahañ’ahy, ty kalan-defoko naho fipalirako, mpampiambàne’ ondatikoo amako.

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

3 O ry Iehovà, inoñ’ ondatio te haoñe’o, naho o ana’ondatio t’ie tsakorè’o?

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

4 Fa hoe kofòke t’indaty; talinjo mihelañe o andro’eo.

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

5 Avohoro o likera’oo ry Iehovà le mizotsoa; paoho o vohitseo hahatoeñe.

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

6 Ahiririño mb’eo ty helatse hampiparatsiahe’o, iraho mb’eo o ana-pale’oo hampibaibay iareo.

Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.

7 Ahitsio hirik’añ’abo añe ty fità’o; avotsoro iraho naho hahao amo alon-driake ra’elahio, naho am-pità’ o ambahinio,

Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners;

8 fa bodiak’ avao ty falie’ iareo, vaho fitàn-kavanam-pamañahy ty fitàn-kavana’ iareo.

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

9 Ho saboeko sabo vao irehe ry Andrianañahare; hititihako marovany folo-taly hibekobekoako fandrengeañe,

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

10 ie tolora’o rombake o Mpanjakao, naho mamotsotse i Davide mpitoro’oy ami’ty fibara mijoy.

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

11 Hahao iraho naho avotsoro am-pità’ ondaty alik’amakoo, fa mandañitse avao ty falie’ iareo, vaho ty fitàn-kavana’ iareo ro fitan-kavanam-bìlañe.

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 Soa te ho hatae toratora’e o anadahin-tikañeo ami’ty hatora’ iareo vaho ho fahan-kotsoke niranjieñe ami’ty satan’ anjomba o anak-ampelan-tikañeo.

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

13 Le ho pea o rihantikañeo, mañakatse ze hene karazam-bokatse, naho hitombo añ’arivo o añondrin-tikañeo, le añ’aleale ty an-teten-tikañ’ao;

Our storehouses are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

14 Le hitohetse iaby ty añomben-tika, naho tsy ho an-keba’e o kijolio, tsy ama’e ao ty hasese añe, vaho tsy ho an-dalan-tikañe ey ty koi-doza.

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

15 Haha t’indaty mitoetse hoe izay; fale t’indaty naho Iehovà ro Andrianañahare’e.

Blessed are the people who are in such a situation. Blessed are the people whose God is the LORD.