Salamo 3
1 Ry Iehovà, Akore ty fitomboa’ o mpamorefore ahikoo! Maro ty miongake hiatreatre ahy.
A psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom. How many, Lord, are my foes! Those who rise up against me are many.
2 Lako ty manao ty hoe ty amako: Tsy ama’e ty fandrombahan’ Añahare. Selà
Many are those who say of me, ‘There is no help for him in his God.’ (Selah)
3 Fa Ihe, ry Iehovà, ro kalan-defo mañohoñ’ ahy, ty engeko naho ty Mpampiandra ty lohako.
But you, Lord, are shield about me, my glory, who lifts up my head.
4 Ie koiheko am-peo t’Iehovà, le janjiñe’e amy vohi’e miavakey. Selà
When loudly I call to the Lord, from his holy hill he gives answer. (Selah)
5 Màndre iraho vaho miroro; tsekake amy te mpañimba ahy t’Iehovà.
I laid down and slept: now I wake, for the Lord sustains me.
6 Tsy hembañako i lahiale miarikoboñe hiatreatre ahikoy.
I fear not the myriads of people who beset me on every side.
7 Miongaha, ry Iehovà! Rombaho iraho ry Andrianañahareko, fa fonga tinampifi’o ty valañorà’ o rafelahikoo; vaho pinekapeka’o ty nife’ o lo-tserekeo.
Arise, Lord: save me, my God, who strikes all my foes on the cheek, and shatters the teeth of the wicked.
8 Am’ Iehovà ty fandrombahañe; naho am’ondati’oo ty fitahia’o. Selà
Victory belongs to the Lord: let your blessing descend on your people. (Selah)
