Faarfannaa 144
1 Faarfannaa Daawit. Waaqayyo kattaa koo, isa harka koo waraanaaf, quba koos lolaaf leenjisu sanaaf galanni haa gaʼu.
A Psalm of David versus Goliath. Blessed is the Lord, my God, who trains my hands for the battle and my fingers for the war.
2 Inni Waaqa na jaallatuu fi daʼoo koo ti; iddoo ani itti daʼadhuu fi fayyisaa koo ti. Gaachana koo, iddoo ani itti kooluu galu, kan na jalatti saba naaf bulchuu dha.
My mercy and my refuge, my supporter and my deliverer, my protector and him in whom I have hoped: he subdues my people under me.
3 Yaa Waaqayyo, akka ati waaʼee isaa yaadduuf, namni maali? Akka ati isaaf yaadduuf ilmi namaa maali?
O Lord, what is man that you have become known to him? Or the son of man that you consider him?
4 Namni akkuma qilleensa shuf jedhee darbuuti, barri isaas akkuma gaaddisa darbuu ti.
Man has been made similar to vanity. His days pass by like a shadow.
5 Yaa Waaqayyo, samiiwwan kee tarsaasii gad buʼi; akka aarri isaan keessaa yaaʼuufis tulluuwwan tuqi.
O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
6 Bakakkaa ergiitii diina bittinneessi; xiyya kee darbadhuutii isaan balleessi.
Send a flash of lightning, and you will scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and you will set them in disarray.
7 Ol gubbaadhaa harka kee gad hiixadhuutii bishaan jabaa jalaa, harka alagaa duraas, na baasi; na oolchis;
Send forth your hand from on high: rescue me, and free me from many waters, from the hand of the sons of foreigners.
8 warra afaan isaanii sobaan guutame, warra harki isaanii mirgaa nama dogoggorsu duraa na baasi.
Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
9 Yaa Waaqi, ani faarfannaa haaraa siif nan faarfadha; kiraara ribuu kudhaniitiinis siifin weeddisa;
To you, O God, I will sing a new song. On the psaltery, with an instrument of ten strings, I will sing psalms to you.
10 isa moototaaf moʼannoo kennuuf, isa garbicha isaa Daawitin goraadee nama ajjeesu jalaa baasuuf nan faarfadha.
He gives salvation to kings. He has redeemed your servant David from the malignant sword.
11 Harka Ormootaa duraa, warra afaan isaanii sobaan guutame, warra harki isaanii mirgaa nama dogoggorsu jalaa na baasi; na oolchis.
Rescue me, and deliver me from the hand of the sons of foreigners. Their mouth has been speaking vain things, and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.
12 Ilmaan keenya dargaggummaa isaanii keessatti, akka biqiltuu tolee guddatee haa taʼan; intallan keenyas akka utubaa golee, kan masaraa mootummaa miidhagsuuf soofamee haa taʼan.
Their sons are like new plantings in their youth. Their daughters are dressed up: adorned all around like the idols of a temple.
13 Gombisaawwan keenya, midhaan gosa garaa garaatiin haa guutaman. Hoolonni keenya kumaatama haa dhalan; dirree keenya irrattis kumaatama kudhaniin haa baayʼatan;
Their cupboards are full: overflowing from one thing into another. Their sheep bear young, brought forth in abundance.
14 loon keenya haa dorroban hin gatatin yookaan yeroo malee hin dhalin; boojiʼamuunis hin jiraatin; wawwaachuunis karaa keenya irratti hin dhagaʼamin.
Their cattle are fat. There is no ruined wall or passage, nor anyone crying out in their streets.
15 Warri eebbi kun taʼeef haa gammadan; warri Waaqayyo Waaqa isaanii taʼeef eebbifamoo dha.
They have called the people that has these things: blessed. But blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.
