Psalms 64

1 To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. O God, let the voice of my grief come to your ear: keep my life from the fear of those who are against me.

Janjiño ty feoko, ry Andrianañahare, ami’ty fitreontreoñako; ambeno ty fiaiko ami’ty fihembaña’e o rafelahio.

2 Keep me safe from the secret purpose of wrongdoers; from the band of the workers of evil;

Aetaho iraho ami’ty fikililia’ o tsivokatseo; amo fikitrohan-drati’ o lo-tserekeo.

3 Who make their tongues sharp like a sword, and whose arrows are pointed, even bitter words;

O maniom-pameleke hoe fibara vaho mañohatse entam-bola-mafaitse hoe t’ie ana-pale,

4 So that in secret they may let loose their arrows at the upright, suddenly and unseen.

hañohara’ iareo añ’etake ty vañoñe; tifire’iereo amy zao tsy aman-tahotse.

5 They make themselves strong in an evil purpose; they make holes for secret nets; they say, Who will see it,

Mifañosike t’ie mikitroke, mikinia hampibitrotse fandri-bo añ’etake, ami’ty hoe: Ia ty hahaisake?

6 Or make discovery of our secret purpose? The design is framed with care; and the inner thought of a man, and his heart, is deep.

Tsikarahe’ iereo ze tsihavokarañe, Fa nañeneke safiry soa lahatse. Toe miheotse ty añ’ova’ ondaty ao, naho ty arofo’e.

7 But God sends out an arrow against them; suddenly they are wounded.

F’ie hañiririan’ Añahare ana-pale aniany avao le ho fere

8 The evil of their tongues is the cause of their fall; all those who see them are shaking their heads at them.

hampitsikapy iareo; sesehe’ o famele’iareo avao, songa mibioñe añe ty mahaisake iareo.

9 And in fear men make public the works of God; and giving thought to his acts they get wisdom.

Le hene hirevendreveñe ondatio, hitalily o fitoloñan’ Añahareo vaho hañarahara o tolon-draha’eo.

10 The upright will be glad in the Lord and have hope in him; and all the lovers of righteousness will give him glory.

Hifale am’ Iehovà o vantañeo, hipalitse ama’e; vaho hene handrenge aze o mahity añ’arofoo.