Sabuurradii 144
1 Mahad waxaa leh Rabbiga dhagaxayga weyn ah, Oo gacmahayga dagaalka bara, Farahaygana dirirta bara,
By David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—
2 Kaasoo ah raxmaddayda, iyo qalcaddayda, Munaaraddayda, iyo samatabbixiyahayga, Iyo gaashaankayga, iyo kan aan isku halleeyo, Oo dadkayga ka yeela kuwo iga hooseeya.
my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
3 Rabbiyow, waa maxay dadku oo aad u xusuusataa isaga? Ama wiilka aadanaha oo aad ka fikirtaa isaga?
Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
4 Dadku waa sida wax aan waxtar lahayn, Oo cimrigiisuna waa sida hooska libdha.
Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
5 Rabbiyow, samooyinkaaga foorori, oo soo dhaadhac, Buuraha taabo, oo iyana way qiiqi doonaan.
Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
6 Hillaac soo tuur, oo iyaga kala firdhi, Fallaadhahaaga soo gan, oo iyaga jebi.
Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
7 Gacantaada kor ka soo fidi, Oo i badbaadi, oo iga samatabbixi biyaha badan, Iyo gacanta shisheeyayaasha,
Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
8 Kuwaasoo afkoodu wax bilaash ah ku hadlo, Gacantooda midigna tahay midig beeneed.
whose mouths speak deceit, whose 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 to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
10 Waa isaga kan boqorrada badbaadiyaa, Oo addoonkiisa Daa'uud ka badbaadiya seefta sharka leh.
You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
11 I badbaadi, oo iga samatabbixi gacanta shisheeyayaasha, Kuwaasoo afkoodu wax bilaash ah ku hadlo, Gacantooda midigna tahay midig beeneed.
Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose 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,
Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn 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,
Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
14 Markii dibidayadu ay aad u xoogaystaan, Markaan la arag weerarid iyo qaxid, Oo aan cabasho jirin jidadkayaga dhexdooda,
Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
15 Waxaa faraxsan dadkii xaalkoodu sidaas yahay, Haah, oo waxaa faraxsan dadkii Rabbigu Ilaahooda yahay.
Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh.
