Psalms 9
1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Death of the Son.” A Psalm of David. I will give thanks to the LORD with all my heart; I will recount all Your wonders.
Rengeko an-kaliforan-troke irehe r’Iehovà; ho talilieko iaby o halatsa’oo.
2 I will be glad and rejoice in You; I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High.
Hifaleako naho hirebehako, ho saboeko i tahina’oy, ry Andindimoneñe.
3 When my enemies retreat, they stumble and perish before You.
Ie mimpoly o rafelahikoo, le mikorovoke vaho mibaibay añ’atrefa’o ey.
4 For You have upheld my just cause; You sit on Your throne judging righteously.
Fa nitohañe’o i naseseko mahitiy, ihe miambesatse am-piambesa’o eo, mizaka an-kavantañañe.
5 You have rebuked the nations; You have destroyed the wicked; You have erased their name forever and ever.
Nendaha’o o kilakila ‘ndatio, rinotsa’o o lo-tserekeo; finaopao’o kitro katroke ty añara’ iareo.
6 The enemy has come to eternal ruin, and You have uprooted their cities; the very memory of them has vanished.
O ry rafelahio, fa nampigadoñeñe an-koak’ao kitro katroke; fa nombota’o o rovao, fa momoke ty fitiahiañe iareo.
7 But the LORD abides forever; He has established His throne for judgment.
Toe am-piambesa’e eo nainai’e t’Iehovà, fa nihentseña’e ho an-jaka i fiambesa’ey;
8 He judges the world with justice; He governs the people with equity.
an-katò ty fizaka’e ty voatse toy, ho zakae’e an-kahiti’e ondatio.
9 The LORD is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble.
Kijoly abo te amo forekekeñeo t’Iehovà, fitsolohañe an-tsan-kasotriañe;
10 Those who know Your name trust in You, for You, O LORD, have not forsaken those who seek You.
Hiantok’ azo o mahafohiñe ty tahina’oo, amy te tsy aforintse’o ze mipay Azo, ry Iehovà,
11 Sing praises to the LORD, who dwells in Zion; proclaim His deeds among the nations.
Misaboa am’ Iehovà ry mpimoneñe e Tsiône ao! tseizo am’ ondatio o fitoloña’eo!
12 For the Avenger of bloodshed remembers; He does not ignore the cry of the afflicted.
Toe ihaoñe’ i Mpamale Fatey; tsy haliño’e ty fikoiaha’ o mpisotrio.
13 Be merciful to me, O LORD; see how my enemies afflict me! Lift me up from the gates of death,
Isoho iraho, ry Iehovà! Vazohò ty haoreako am-pità’ o malaiñe ahio; Ihe Mpañonjoñe ahy boak’ an- dalam-bein-kavilasy ao,
14 that I may declare all Your praises— that within the gates of Daughter Zion I may rejoice in Your salvation.
ho talilieko iaby ty enge’o amo lalam-bei’ i anak-ampela’ i Tsiôneio, hirebehako o fandrombaha’oo.
15 The nations have fallen into a pit of their making; their feet are caught in the net they have hidden.
Nijoroboñe amy koboñe hinali’iereoy o fifeheañeo; finandri’ ty harato naeta’iareo o fandia’iareoo.
16 The LORD is known by the justice He brings; the wicked are ensnared by the work of their hands.
Fa nampandrendre-batañe t’Iehovà fa nametsake zaka: tsepaheñ’ amo satan-taña’eo avao ty lo-tsereke. [mahantseñantseñe, Selà]
Himpoly mb’an-tsikeokoek’ ao o tsivokatseo, ze kilakila’ ondaty mandikok’ an’Andrianañahare. (Sheol h7585)
18 For the needy will not always be forgotten; nor the hope of the oppressed forever dashed.
Fe tsy ho haliño nainai’e o rarakeo vaho tsy ho modo kitro añ’afe’e ty fisalalà’ o mpisotrio.
19 Rise up, O LORD, do not let man prevail; let the nations be judged in Your presence.
Miongaha ry Iehovà, ko anga’o handrekets’ ondatio; Ho zakaeñe am-pivazohoa’o eo o fifeheañeo!
20 Lay terror upon them, O LORD; let the nations know they are but men.
Apoho am’ iareo ty fangebahebahañe, ry Iehovà ampahafohino o kilakila’ndatio t’ie ondaty avao! Selà
