Salamo 144
Blessed be the LORD my strength which teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
2 i mpiferenaiñe ahy naho rovakoy, ie tambohoko abo naho ty Mpañahañ’ahy, ty kalan-defoko naho fipalirako, mpampiambàne’ ondatikoo amako.
My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdues my people under me.
3 O ry Iehovà, inoñ’ ondatio te haoñe’o, naho o ana’ondatio t’ie tsakorè’o?
LORD, what is man, that you take knowledge of him! or the son of man, that you make account of him!
4 Fa hoe kofòke t’indaty; talinjo mihelañe o andro’eo.
Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.
5 Avohoro o likera’oo ry Iehovà le mizotsoa; paoho o vohitseo hahatoeñe.
Bow your heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Ahiririño mb’eo ty helatse hampiparatsiahe’o, iraho mb’eo o ana-pale’oo hampibaibay iareo.
Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out your arrows, and destroy them.
7 Ahitsio hirik’añ’abo añe ty fità’o; avotsoro raho naho hahao amo alon-driake ra’elahio, naho am-pità’ o ambahinio,
Send your hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
8 fa bodiak’ avao ty falie’ iareo, vaho fitàn-kavanam-pamañahy ty fitàn-kavana’ iareo.
Whose mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 Ho saboeko sabo vao rehe ry Andrianañahare; hititihako marovany folo-taly hibekobekoako fandrengeañe,
I will sing a new song unto you, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto you.
10 ie tolora’o rombake o Mpanjakao, naho mamotsotse i Davide mpitoro’oy ami’ty fibara mijoy.
It is he that gives salvation unto kings: who delivers David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Hahao raho naho avotsoro am-pità’ ondaty alik’amakoo, fa mandañitse avao ty falie’ iareo, vaho ty fitàn-kavana’ iareo ro fitan-kavanam-bìlañe.
Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaks vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
12 Soa te ho hatae toratora’e o anadahin-tikañeo ami’ty hatora’ iareo vaho ho fahan-kotsoke niranjieñe ami’ty satan’ anjomba o anak-ampelan-tikañeo.
That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the embodiment of a palace:
13 Le ho pea o rihantikañeo, mañakatse ze hene karazam-bokatse, naho hitombo añ’arivo o añondrin-tikañeo, le añ’aleale ty an-teten-tikañ’ao;
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 Le hitohetse iaby ty añomben-tika, naho tsy ho an-keba’e o kijolio, tsy ama’e ao ty hasese añe, vaho tsy ho an-dalan-tikañe ey ty koi-doza.
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 Haha t’indaty mitoetse hoe zay; fale t’indaty naho Iehovà ro Andrianañahare’e.
Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.
