Faarfannaa 45
1 Dura buʼaa faarfattootaatiif. Yeedaloo ilmaan Qooraahi kan “Daraaraa” jedhamu. Maskiil. Faarfannaa cidhaa. Yommuu ani mootiidhaaf faarfadhutti, yaadni gaariin garaa koo guutee irra dhangalaʼa; arrabni koos akkuma biirii barreessaa ogeessa tokkoo ti.
For the leader; on shoshannim. Of the Korahites. A maskil. A love song. My heart is astir with beautiful words: I will sing a song, concerning the king, with tongue like the pen of a ready writer.
2 Ati nama hundumaa caalaa miidhagaa dha; hidhii kee irra surraatu dhangalaʼa; kanaafuu Waaqni bara baraan si eebbiseera.
Your beauty is more than mortal, grace is shed over your lips: therefore God has blessed you forever.
3 Yaa gooticha, goraadee kee luqqeettuutti hidhadhu; ulfinaa fi surraa uffadhu.
Warrior, strap your sword on your thigh. What glory and splendour!
4 Sababii dubbii dhugaatiif, gad of qabiisaa fi qajeelummaatiif, miidhagina keetiin moʼannaadhaan fuula duratti gulufi; harki kee mirgaas hojii sodaachisaa haa hojjetu.
Good fortune attend you, as forth you ride in the cause of good faith, and as champion of justice. May your arm instruct you in deeds of dread.
5 Xiyyawwan kee qara qabeeyyiin sun onnee diinota mootii haa waraanan; saboonnis miilla kee jalatti haa jijjiganii.
Sharp are your arrows; nations fall under you: pierced to the heart are the foes of the king.
6 Yaa Waaqayyo, teessoon kee bara baraa hamma bara baraatti ni jiraata; bokkuun qajeelummaas bokkuu mootummaa keetii ni taʼa.
Your throne shall endure for ever and ever your royal sceptre a sceptre of equity.
7 Ati qajeelummaa jaallatta; jalʼina immoo ni jibbita; kanaafuu Waaqayyo, Waaqni kee hiriyoota kee caalaatti, zayitiidhaan gammachuu si dibeera.
Right you love and wrong you hate: therefore the Lord your God anoints you With oil of gladness above your fellows.
8 Uffanni kee hundinuu qumbiidhaan, argeessaa fi qundhiidhaan ni urgaaʼa; masaraawwan ilka arbaatiin miidhagfaman keessattis muuziiqaan miʼa ribuu si gammachiisa.
With myrrh, aloes, and cassia your robes are all fragrant, you are gladdened by music of ivory harps.
9 Intallan moototaa dubartoota kee warra kabajamoo keessa jiru; mootittiinis warqee Oofiiriitiin miidhagfamtee karaa harka mirga keetii dhaabatti.
King’s daughters stand ready with jewels for you, at your right hand the queen in gold of Ophir.
10 Yaa intalaa dhagaʼi; hubadhu; gurra kees as qabi; saba keetii fi mana abbaa keetii irraanfadhu.
Listen, daughter, and see; and incline your ear: forget your folk and your father’s house.
11 Mootiin miidhagina kee hawwa; waan inni gooftaa kee taʼeef isa kabaji.
And when the king desires your beauty, bow to him, for he is your lord.
12 Intalli Xiiroos kennaa fiddee dhufti; sooreyyiinis garaa si laafifachuu barbaadu.
So shall the Tyrians come with gifts, and the richest of people will do you homage.
13 Intalli mootii ulfina guddaadhaan diinqa ishee jirti; uffanni ishees warqeedhaan dhaʼame.
The king’s daughter is glorious altogether, with dress of pearls inwrought with gold.
14 Isheenis uffata halluu garaa garaa qabu uffattee gara mootiitti geeffamti; durboonni waaʼelli ishees ishee duukaa buʼanii gara keetti fidamu.
In many-coloured robes she is led to the king, with the virgin companions she brought in her train.
15 Isaanis gammachuu fi ililleedhaan ol galfamu; masaraa mootichaas ni seenu.
The king’s palace they enter with joy and rejoicing.
16 Ilmaan kee iddoo abbootii keetii buʼan; atis lafa hunda irratti isaan ni moosifta.
May sons of yours take the place of your fathers, whom you will make princes in all the land.
17 Ani akka maqaan kee dhaloota hunda keessatti yaadatamu nan godha; kanaafuu saboonni bara baraa hamma bara baraatti si jajatu.
Your name will I celebrate world without end, so that nations shall praise you for ever and ever.
