Psalms 53

1 For the choirmaster. According to Mahalath. A Maskil of David. The fool says in his heart, “There is no God.” They are corrupt; their ways are vile. There is no one who does good.

Hoe ty dagola an-tro’e ao: Tsy ao t’i Andrianañahare. Vàlañe iareo, mpanao hakeo mampangorý; leo raike tsy manao soa.

2 God looks down from heaven upon the sons of men to see if any understand, if any seek God.

Jiloven’ Añahare boak’an-dikerañe ao o ana’ ondatio, hivazohoa’e ke ao ty mahilala, mpitsoek’ an’Andrianañahare.

3 All have turned away, they have together become corrupt; there is no one who does good, not even one.

Songa niamboho, niharo naniva vatañe, tsy eo ty manao soa, leo raike.

4 Will the workers of iniquity never learn? They devour my people like bread; they refuse to call upon God.

Tsy maharendreke hao o mpitolon-karatiañeo? o mampibotseke ondatiko hoe mitamboavokake mofo, vaho tsy mikanjy an’Andrianañahareo.

5 There they are, overwhelmed with dread, where there was nothing to fear. For God has scattered the bones of those who besieged you. You put them to shame, for God has despised them.

Hehe t’ie mirevendreveñe, ndra te tsy eo ty mahahembañe; fa navarakain’ Añahare ty taola’ o nitobe hiatreatre azoo; nisalare’o, fa naforintsen’Añahare.

6 Oh, that the salvation of Israel would come from Zion! When God restores His captive people, let Jacob rejoice, let Israel be glad!

Toe hiboake amy Tsiône ty fandrombahañe Israele! Ie hampolien’ Añahare ondati’e mirohio; Le hirebeke t’Iakobe, vaho hifale t’Israele.