Psalms 58
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David. Do you indeed speak righteousness, silent ones? Do you judge blamelessly, you sons of men?
Toe mitaron-kavantañañe hao t’ie mitsiñe? mizaka an-kahiti’e hao, ry ana’ ondatio?
2 No, in your heart you plot injustice. You measure out the violence of your hands in the earth.
Hete, te mone hatsivokarañe ty itoloña’areo an-troke ao; lanjae’ areo amy taney o fitavanam-pità’areoo.
3 The wicked go astray from the womb. They are wayward as soon as they are born, speaking lies.
Amoean-kovin-drene’e ty lo-tsereke, mañariok’ añe vata’e miboloañe ty mpivolam-bande.
4 Their poison is like the poison of a snake, like a deaf cobra that stops its ear,
Hoe vorem-pandrefe’ala ty vore’ iareo, manahake o meren-kareñeñe manentsen-tsofiñeo,
5 which does not listen to the voice of charmers, no matter how skillful the charmer may be.
tsy hahatsanoña’e ty fikoràn’ambiasa ndra ty pandrombo-jiny bey.
6 Break their teeth, God, in their mouth. Break out the great teeth of the young lions, LORD.
Ry Andrianañahare, rofoto am-bava’e ao o nife’eo, atrankaño ty famotsi’ o liona tora’eo, ry Iehovà
7 Let them vanish like water that flows away. When they draw the bow, let their arrows be made blunt.
Angao hisaok’ añe iereo hoe rano vohitse; Lonik’abey te ho zoeñe domoke o ama-paleo t’ie mañohatse o fale’eo.
8 Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away, like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun.
Lonike t’ie hanahake ty harevo’ o sifotse mihamodo te misitseo, hoe ajaja miboloañe tsy mahatrea i àndroy.
9 Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns, he will sweep away the green and the burning alike.
Aolo te hahamae valàñe o afom-patikeo, le fonga ho faohe’e an-talìo ty leñe naho ty mibebañe,
10 The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance. He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked,
Hirebeke o vañoñeo te mahaisake i famaleañey, ho sasà’e an-dio’ o tsivokatseo o fandia’eo
11 so that men shall say, “Most certainly there is a reward for the righteous. Most certainly there is a God who judges the earth.”
Vaho hanao ty hoe ondatio: Toe tsy ho po-tambe o vantañeo; toe eo t’i Andrianañahare mizaka an-tane atoy.
