Salamo 144
1 Nataon’ i Davida.
Of David. Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.
2 Izay Mpiantra sy batery fiarovana ho ahy sady fiarovana avo sy Mpanafaka ahy, Ary ampingako sy fialofako, Izay mahafolaka ny vahoakako hanoa ahy
My rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet.
3 Jehovah ô, inona ny olona, no iahianao azy? Ary ny zanak’ olombelona, no iheveranao azy?
Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?
4 Ny olona dia tahaka ny zava-poana, Ny androny dia tahaka ny aloka mihelina.
They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.
5 Jehovah ô, aondreho ny lanitrao, ka midìna; Tendreo ny tendrombohitra, dia hidonaka ireny.
Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.
6 Ampitselatselaro ny helatra, ka ampielezo ireo; Alefao ny zana-tsipìkanao, ka ampifanaritaho ireo;
Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound them.
7 Ahinjiro avy any ambony ny tananao; Afaho aho, ka vonjeo amin’ ny rano be, Dia amin’ ny tanan’ ny hafa firenena,
Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
8 Izay miteny zava-poana amin’ ny vavany, Ary ny tànany ankavanana dia tanana ankavanana mamitaka.
who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
9 Andriamanitra ô, hihira fihiram-baovao ho Anao aho; Amin’ ny valiha tory folo no hankalazako Anao,
O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.
10 Izay manome famonjena ho an’ ireo mpanjaka, Sady mamonjy an’ i Davida mpanompony tsy ho voan’ ny sabatra mandratra.
For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.
11 Afaho aho, ka vonjeo amin’ ny tanan’ ny hafa firenena, Izay miteny zava-poana amin’ ny vavany, Ary ny tànany ankavanana dia tanana ankavanana mamitaka;
Snatch me from the cruel sword, rescue me from the hand of foreigners, who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
12 Mba ho tahaka ny zava-maniry maroroka ny zanakai-lahy, Ary ho tahaka ny vato fehizoro voasoratra tsara toy ny fomban’ ny lapan’ andriana ny zanakai-vavy.
May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.
13 Ho feno ny trano fitehirizanay, ka hisy vokatra betsaka samy hafa karazana; Hiteraka arivoarivo sy alinalina ny ondrinay any an-tsahanay;
May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.
14 Hahazaka be ny ombinay, Ary tsy hisy ho rava, na ho lasan-ko babo, Sady tsy hisy fitarainana any an-dalambenay.
May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring in our streets.
15 Sambatra ny firenena izay tahaka izany; Eny, sambatra ny firenena izay manana an’ i Jehovah ho Andriamaniny.
Happy the people who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.
