Psalms 17
1 A Prayer. Of David. Let my cause come to your ears, O Lord, give attention to my cry; give ear to my prayer which goes not out from false lips.
Janjiño ty fahiti’e, ry Iehovà, haoño ty fitoreoko, anoloro ravembia ty halaliko boak’an-tsoñy tsy amam-pìtake!
2 Be my judge; for your eyes see what is right.
Ampionjono boak’ añatrefa’o eo ty añomezan-to ahiko! Ampivazoho mahity o fihaino’oo!
3 You have put my heart to the test, searching me in the night; you have put me to the test and seen no evil purpose in me; I will keep my mouth from sin.
Fa nitsohe’o ty troko, naho nitilihe’o te haleñe naho nadiñe’o, vaho tsy nahavazoho ty tsy mañeva miakatse am-bavako.
4 As for the works of men, by the word of your lips I have kept myself from the ways of the violent.
Aa ty amo sata’ ondatio, o tsaram-pivimbi’oo ro nambenako tsy hombàko ty lala’ o masia-menao.
5 I have kept my feet in your ways, my steps have not been turned away.
Fa mifahatse amo lala’oo o liakoo, tsy midorasitse o tombokoo,
6 My cry has gone up to you, for you will give me an answer, O God: let your ear be turned to me, and give attention to my words.
Ho kanjieko irehe, amy te toiñe’o ry Andrianañahare; atokilaño mb’amako o ravembia’oo, janjiño o tarokoo.
7 Make clear the wonder of your mercy, O saviour of those who put their faith in your right hand, from those who come out against them.
Aboaho an-kasoa ty fiferenaiña’o, Le rombaho am-pità’o havana amo miatreatreo, o mitsolok’ama’oo.
8 Keep me as the light of your eyes, covering me with the shade of your wings,
Faharo iraho hoe te saintem-pihaino’o! aetaho añalon-talinjon-ela’o ao;
9 From the evil-doers who are violent to me, and from those who are round me, desiring my death.
ty amo lo-tsereke mamaokeo, o rafelahiko mpañoho-doza miarikoboñe ahikoo.
10 They are shut up in their fat: with their mouths they say words of pride.
Nakiti’ iereo o tro’ iareo vondrakeo; mivola firengevohañe o vava’ iareoo.
11 They have made a circle round our steps: their eyes are fixed on us, forcing us down to the earth;
Fa sinarokoho’ iareo o lia’aio henaneo; nikirofeñe maso hametsake anay an-tane eo;
12 Like a lion desiring its food, and like a young lion waiting in secret places.
Manahake ty liona milelalela t’ie handrimitse, hoe liona tora’e mipiapia añ’etak’ ao,
13 Up! Lord, come out against him, make him low, with your sword be my saviour from the evil-doer.
Miongaha, ry Iehovà, atreatréo, goreo ambane! Hahao amo lo-tserekeo ty fiaiko, amy fibara’oy,
14 With your hand, O Lord, from men, even men of the world, whose heritage is in this life, and whom you make full with your secret wealth: they are full of children; after their death their offspring take the rest of their goods.
am’ondatio—am-pità’o ry Iehovà— am’ ondati’ ty tane toio, fa an-kaveloñe atoy avao ty anjara’e; ie vontsiñe’o amo vara’oo o fisafoa’eo; henek’ anake iereo; vaho ampandova’ iareo an-tiri’ iareo ty nivokara’ iareo.
15 As for me, I will see your face in righteousness: when I am awake it will be joy enough for me to see your form.
Naho izaho, ho treako an-kavañonañe ao ty lahara’o; hifale iraho te tsekake mahatrea ty vinta’o.
