Psalms 108

1 A Song, a Melody: David’s. Fixed, is my heart, O God, I will sing and touch the strings, even mine honour.

Faarfannaa Daawit. Yaa Waaqi, garaan koo hin raafamu; ani nan faarfadha; lubbuu koo guutuudhaanis sin galateeffadha.

2 Awake, O harp and lyre, I will awaken the dawn!

Yaa kiraaraa fi baganaa dammaqaa! Anis ganamaan nan dammaqa.

3 I will thank thee among the peoples, O Yahweh, and will sing praise unto thee, among the tribes of men.

Yaa Waaqayyo, ani saboota gidduutti galata siif nan galcha; namoota gidduuttis waaʼee kee nan faarfadha.

4 For, great, above the heavens, is thy lovingkindness, and, as far as the skies, thy faithfulness.

Jaalalli kee guddaa dha; samiiwwanis caalaa ol dheeraadhaatii; amanamummaan kees samiiwwan qaqqaba.

5 Be thou exalted above the heavens, O God, And, above all the earth, be thy glory.

Yaa Waaqi, ati samiiwwaniin olitti ol ol jedhi; ulfinni kees lafa hunda irra haa jiraatu.

6 To the end thy beloved ones may be delivered, Oh save thou with thy right hand and answer me!

Akka warri ati jaallattu furamaniif, harka kee mirgaatiin nu oolchi; nu gargaaris;

7 God, hath spoken in his holiness, I will exult! I will apportion Shechem! And, the Vale of Succoth, will I measure out;

Waaqni iddoo qulqullummaa isaatii akkana jedhee dubbateera: “Ani gammachuudhaan Sheekemin gargar nan qooda; Sulula Sukootis nan safara.

8 Mine, is Gilead—mine, Manasseh, but, Ephraim, is the defence of my head, Judah, is my commander’s staff;

Giliʼaad kan koo ti; Minaaseenis kan koo ti; Efreem gonfoo sibiilaa koo ti; Yihuudaanis bokkuu mootummaa koo ti.

9 Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia, raise a shout of triumph.

Moʼaab caabii dhiqannaa koo ti; Edoom irra kophee koo darbadhee nan buusa; Filisxeem irrattis moʼannaadhaan nan geerara.”

10 Who will conduct me to a fortified city? Who will lead me as far as Edom?

Eenyutu magaalaa jabeeffamtee ijaaramtetti na fida? Eenyutu Edoomitti na geessa?

11 Hast not thou, O God, rejected us? and wilt not go forth, O God, with our hosts.

Yaa Waaqi kan nu gatte, kan loltoota keenya wajjin baʼuu diddes suma mitii?

12 Grant us help out of distress, for, vain, is the deliverance of man:

Diina keenya of irraa dhowwuu nu gargaar, gargaarsi namaa faayidaa hin qabuutii.

13 In God, shall we do valiantly, He himself, therefore, shall tread down our adversaries.

Nu Waaqa wajjin ni moʼanna; innis diinota keenya gad dhidhiita.