Proverbs 9
1 Wisdom has built her house; she has carved out her seven pillars.
Fa nandranjy i akiba’ey t’i Hihitse, fa rinamerame’e i faha’e fito rey.
2 She has prepared her meat and mixed her wine; she has also set her table.
Fa nandenta, fa linaro’e ty divai’e, fa hinalanka’e i fandambaña’ey.
3 She has sent out her maidservants; she calls out from the heights of the city.
Fa nirahe’e o anak’ampata’eo, hikaike boak’ an-digiligin-kaboa’ i rovay ey.
4 “Whoever is simple, let him turn in here!” she says to him who lacks judgment.
O ry tahitahiñe, mitsilea mb’etoa! le hoe re amy seretsey,
5 “Come, eat my bread and drink the wine I have mixed.
Mb’etoa ikamao o hanekoo naho inomo i divay linarokoy,
6 Leave your folly behind, and you will live; walk in the way of understanding.”
Apoho ty hagegeañe naho miveloma, mañaveloa an-dalan-kilala.
7 He who corrects a mocker brings shame on himself; he who rebukes a wicked man taints himself.
Mizò inje ty mañendake mpanivetive; tendreke joy ty mitrevoke ty lo-tsereke.
8 Do not rebuke a mocker, or he will hate you; rebuke a wise man, and he will love you.
Ko mañendake ty mpamokafoka hera halaiñ’azo; Trevohe’o ty mahihitse le hikokoa’e.
9 Instruct a wise man, and he will be wiser still; teach a righteous man, and he will increase his learning.
Anaro o mahihitseo le hiha-mahihitse avao; ampandrendreho ty vantañe le hitombo an-kilala.
10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.
Ty fañeveñañe am’ Iehovà ro fifotoran-kihitse, vaho ty fahafohinañe i Masiñey ro faharendrehañe.
11 For through wisdom your days will be multiplied, and years will be added to your life.
Izaho ty fampitomboañe o andro’oo, fampitompeañe taoñe o havelo’oo.
12 If you are wise, you are wise to your own advantage; but if you scoff, you alone will bear the consequences.
Ie mahihitse, hañimbañ’ azo i hihitsey; Ihe manivetive ty hivave izay.
13 The woman named Folly is loud; she is naive and knows nothing.
Mamantsiñe ty rakemba gege, ie tsotra tsy mahafohin-draha,
14 She sits at the door of her house, on a seat in the heights of the city,
Mitobok’ an-dalam-bein-akiba’e eo, am-pitobohañe amo haboa’ i rovaio,
15 calling out to those who pass by, who make their paths straight.
mikaike ze miary eo, amo mañavelo an-kavantañañeo:
16 “Whoever is simple, let him turn in here!” she says to him who lacks judgment.
O ry trentrañeo, mitsilea mb’etoa! le hoe re amy tsy aman-kilalay:
17 “Stolen water is sweet, and bread eaten in secret is tasty!”
Mamy ty rano nikamereñe, vaho mafiry ty mofo kamaeñe añ’etak’ ao.
