Psalms 54

1 For the choirmaster. With stringed instruments. A Maskil of David. When the Ziphites went to Saul and said, “Is David not hiding among us?” Save me, O God, by Your name, and vindicate me by Your might!

Rombaho iraho ry Andrianañahare ty amy tahina’oy, vaho meo-to amo haozara’oo.

2 Hear my prayer, O God; listen to the words of my mouth.

Ry Andrianañahare, janjiño ty halaliko, toloro ravembia o entam-bavakoo.

3 For strangers rise up against me, and ruthless men seek my life— men with no regard for God.

Miongake hiatreatre ahy ty ambahiny, paia’ o mitrotrofiakeo ty fiaiko, tsy nampiaoloe’ iareo t’i Andrianañahare. Selà

4 Surely God is my helper; the Lord is the sustainer of my soul.

Inao! Mpañimb’ahy t’i Andrianañahare, Fiatoam-piaiko t’i Talè.

5 He will reward my enemies with evil. In Your faithfulness, destroy them.

Hafote’e amo mivoñoñe ahiko ty haratia’ iareo; Rotsaho iereo ami’ty figahiña’o.

6 Freely I will sacrifice to You; I will praise Your name, O LORD, for it is good.

Mañenga ama’o an-tsatrin-tro iraho, andriañeko i tahina’oy ry Iehovà, amy te ie ty soa;

7 For He has delivered me from every trouble, and my eyes have stared down my foes.

Fa nafaha’e amako ze hene haemberañe, vaho nisambae’ o masokoo o rafelahikoo.