Faarfannaa 51
1 Dura buʼaa faarfattootaatiif. Faarfannaa Daawit. Faarfannaa kanas inni erga Batisheebaa bira gaʼee booddee yeroo Naataan raajichi gara isaa dhufetti faarfate. Yaa Waaqayyo, akkuma jaalala kee kan hin geeddaramne sanaatti na maari; akkuma baayʼina araara keetiitti, yakka koo narraa haqi.
To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. When Nathan the Prophet had come to him, after he had gone in unto Bath-sheba. Be favorable unto me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness, And, in the multitude of thy compassions, blot out my transgressions;
2 Yakka koo hundumaa narraa dhiqi; cubbuu koo irraas na qulqulleessi.
Thoroughly wash me from mine iniquity, And, from my sin, make me pure;
3 Ani yakka koo beekaatii; cubbuun koos yeroo hunda fuula koo dura jira.
For, my transgressions, do, I, acknowledge, And, my sin, is before me continually:
4 Ani sitti, suma qofatti cubbuu hojjedheera; waan fuula kee duratti hamaa taʼes hojjedheera; kanaafuu ati murtii keetiin qajeelaa dha; yommuu murtii kennituttis hin dogoggortu.
Against thee—against thee alone, have I sinned, And, wickedness—in thine eyes, have I done, —That thou mayest, Be justified when thou speakest, —Be clear when thou judgest.
5 Dhuguma iyyuu ani cubbuudhaanan dhaladhe; yeroo haati koo na ulfooftee jalqabees cubbamaan ture.
Lo! in iniquity, was I brought forth, And, in sin, did my mother conceive me.
6 Ati keessa namaatti dhugaa hawwita; kanaafuu keessa kootti ogummaa na barsiisi.
Lo! faithfulness, hast thou desired in the inward parts, Yea, in the hidden part, wilt thou cause me to know, wisdom.
7 Hiisophiidhaan cubbuu irraa na qulqulleessi; anis nan qulqullaaʼa; na dhiqi; anis cabbii caalaatti nan addaadha.
Wilt thou cleanse me from sin with hyssop, That I may be pure? Wilt thou wash me, That I may be whiter, than snow?
8 Gammachuu fi ilillee na dhageessisi; lafeen ati caccabsites haa ililchu.
Wilt thou cause me to hear joy and gladness? The bones thou hast crushed would exult.
9 Fuula kee cubbuu koo irraa deebifadhu; yakka koo hundas narraa haqi.
Hide thy face from my sins, —And, all mine iniquities, blot out;
10 Yaa Waaqayyo, garaa qulqulluu na keessatti uumi; Hafuura qajeelaas na keessatti haaromsi.
A pure heart, create for me, O God, And, a steadfast spirit, renew within me.
11 Fuula kee duraa na hin balleessin; Hafuura kee Qulqulluus narraa hin fudhatin.
Do not cast me away from thy presence, And, thy Holy Spirit, do not take from me:
12 Gammachuu fayyina keetii naa deebisi; na jiraachisuudhaafis hafuura sarmu naa kenni.
Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation, And, with a willing spirit, wilt thou uphold me: —
13 Anis warra karaa kee irraa jalʼatan nan barsiisa; cubbamoonnis gara kee ni deebiʼu.
I would teach transgressors thy ways, And, sinners, unto thee, should return.
14 Yaa Waaqi, Waaqa na Fayyiftu, ati dhiiga dhangalaasuu irraa na oolchi; arrabni koos qajeelummaa kee ni faarfata.
Rescue me from shed-blood, O God, the God of my salvation, My tongue should shout thy righteousness;
15 Yaa Gooftaa, hidhii koo naa bani; afaan koos galata kee labsa.
O My Lord! my lips, wilt thou open, And, my mouth, shall declare thy praise.
16 Ati aarsaatti hin gammaddu malee silaa nan dhiʼeessa ture; aarsaa gubamuttis hin gammaddu.
For thou wilt not desire sacrifice—that I should give it, Ascending-offering, will not please:
17 Aarsaan Waaqni fudhatu hafuura cabaa dha; Yaa Waaqi, ati garaa cabaa fi kan gaabbu hin tuffatu.
The sacrifices of God, are a spirit that is broken, —A heart—broken and crushed, O God, thou wilt not despise.
18 Jaalala keetiin Xiyooniif waan gaarii godhi; dallaa Yerusaalem ijaari.
Do good, in thy good-pleasure, unto Zion, Wilt thou build the walls of Jerusalem!
19 Yoos ati aarsaa qajeelaatti, qalma gubamuu fi qalma akkuma jirutti gubamutti ni gammadda; korommiinis iddoo aarsaa kee irratti ni dhiʼeeffaman.
Then, shalt thou desire the sacrifices of righteousness, Ascending-sacrifice and whole burnt-offering, Then, shall ascend upon thine altar, young bulls.
