Sabuurradii 144
1 Mahad waxaa leh Rabbiga dhagaxayga weyn ah, Oo gacmahayga dagaalka bara, Farahaygana dirirta bara,
Blessed be YHWH my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
2 Kaasoo ah raxmaddayda, iyo qalcaddayda, Munaaraddayda, iyo samatabbixiyahayga, Iyo gaashaankayga, iyo kan aan isku halleeyo, Oo dadkayga ka yeela kuwo iga hooseeya.
My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
3 Rabbiyow, waa maxay dadku oo aad u xusuusataa isaga? Ama wiilka aadanaha oo aad ka fikirtaa isaga?
YHWH, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
4 Dadku waa sida wax aan waxtar lahayn, Oo cimrigiisuna waa sida hooska libdha.
Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 Rabbiyow, samooyinkaaga foorori, oo soo dhaadhac, Buuraha taabo, oo iyana way qiiqi doonaan.
Bow thy heavens, O YHWH, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Hillaac soo tuur, oo iyaga kala firdhi, Fallaadhahaaga soo gan, oo iyaga jebi.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
7 Gacantaada kor ka soo fidi, Oo i badbaadi, oo iga samatabbixi biyaha badan, Iyo gacanta shisheeyayaasha,
Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
8 Kuwaasoo afkoodu wax bilaash ah ku hadlo, Gacantooda midigna tahay midig beeneed.
Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 Ilaahow, gabay cusub ayaan kuugu gabyi doonaa, Oo waxaan ammaan kuugu gabyi doonaa shareerad toban xadhig leh.
I will sing a new song unto thee, O Elohim: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
10 Waa isaga kan boqorrada badbaadiyaa, Oo addoonkiisa Daa'uud ka badbaadiya seefta sharka leh.
It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 I badbaadi, oo iga samatabbixi gacanta shisheeyayaasha, Kuwaasoo afkoodu wax bilaash ah ku hadlo, Gacantooda midigna tahay midig beeneed.
Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
12 Markii wiilashayadu ay noqdaan sidii geedo yaraantoodii ku koray, Oo gabdhahayaguna ay noqdaan sidii dhagaxyada rukunka oo loo qoray qaabkii guriga boqorka,
That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:
13 Markii maqsinnadayadu ay buuxsamaan iyagoo na siinaya alaab cayn kasta ah, Idahayaguna ay noo dhalaan kumanyaal iyo kumaankun oo berrimmada noo jooga,
That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
14 Markii dibidayadu ay aad u xoogaystaan, Markaan la arag weerarid iyo qaxid, Oo aan cabasho jirin jidadkayaga dhexdooda,
That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
15 Waxaa faraxsan dadkii xaalkoodu sidaas yahay, Haah, oo waxaa faraxsan dadkii Rabbigu Ilaahooda yahay.
Joyful is that people, that is in such a case: yea, joyful is that people, whose Elohim is YHWH.
