Proverbs 9
1 Wisdom has built a house for herself. She has hewn seven columns.
Fa nandranjy i akiba’ey t’i Hihitse, fa rinamerame’e i faha’e fito rey.
2 She has immolated her victims. She has mixed her wine and set forth her table.
Fa nandenta, fa linaro’e ty divai’e, fa hinalanka’e i fandambaña’ey.
3 She has sent her maids to call out to the tower and to the fortified walls of the city,
Fa nirahe’e o anak’ampata’eo, hikaike boak’ an-digiligin-kaboa’ i rovay ey.
4 “If anyone is little, let him come to me.” And to the unwise, she has said:
O ry tahitahiñe, mitsilea mb’etoa! le hoe re amy seretsey,
5 “Approach. Eat my bread, and drink the wine that I have mixed for you.
Mb’etoa ikamao o hanekoo naho inomo i divay linarokoy,
6 Leave behind childishness. And live and walk by the ways of prudence.”
Apoho ty hagegeañe naho miveloma, mañaveloa an-dalan-kilala.
7 Whoever teaches a mocker causes injury to himself. And whoever argues with the impious produces a blemish on himself.
Mizò inje ty mañendake mpanivetive; tendreke joy ty mitrevoke ty lo-tsereke.
8 Do not be willing to argue with a mocker, lest he hate you. Dispute with the wise, and he will love you.
Ko mañendake ty mpamokafoka hera halaiñ’azo; Trevohe’o ty mahihitse le hikokoa’e.
9 Present an opportunity to the wise, and wisdom shall be added to him. Teach the just, and he will hurry to receive it.
Anaro o mahihitseo le hiha-mahihitse avao; ampandrendreho ty vantañe le hitombo an-kilala.
10 The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of holiness is prudence.
Ty fañeveñañe am’ Iehovà ro fifotoran-kihitse, vaho ty fahafohinañe i Masiñey ro faharendrehañe.
11 For by me, your days will be multiplied and years of life will be added to you.
Izaho ty fampitomboañe o andro’oo, fampitompeañe taoñe o havelo’oo.
12 If you would be wise, you will be so for yourself. But if you would be one who ridicules, you alone shall carry the evil.
Ie mahihitse, hañimbañ’ azo i hihitsey; Ihe manivetive ty hivave izay.
13 A foolish and loud woman, who is full of enticements and who knows nothing at all,
Mamantsiñe ty rakemba gege, ie tsotra tsy mahafohin-draha,
14 sat at the entrance of her house on a seat, in a high place of the city,
Mitobok’ an-dalam-bein-akiba’e eo, am-pitobohañe amo haboa’ i rovaio,
15 so as to call to those who were passing by the way and continuing on their journey:
mikaike ze miary eo, amo mañavelo an-kavantañañeo:
16 “Whoever is little, let him turn aside to me.” And to the frenzied, she said,
O ry trentrañeo, mitsilea mb’etoa! le hoe re amy tsy aman-kilalay:
17 “Stolen waters are more soothing, and secret bread is more pleasant.”
Mamy ty rano nikamereñe, vaho mafiry ty mofo kamaeñe añ’etak’ ao.
