Psalms 7
1 A Psalm of David, which he sang to the Lord because of the words of Cush, the son of Jemini. O Lord, my God, in you I have hoped. Save me from all those who persecute me, and free me:
Ry Iehovà Andrianañahareko, Ihe ro fitsolohako, avotsoro amo mañoridañe ahikoo, le hahao;
2 lest at any time, like a lion, he might seize my soul, while there is no one to redeem me, nor any who can save.
Tsy mone ho ritaritae’e hoe liona ty fiaiko, hirofodrofota’e tsy amam-pañolotse.
3 O Lord, my God, if there is iniquity in my hands, if I have done this:
Ry Iehovà Andrianañahareko, naho nanoeko zao: lehe an-tañako ty hatsivokarañe,
4 if I have repaid those who rendered evils to me, may I deservedly fall away empty before my enemies:
naho vinaleko haratiañe ty rañeko; (hera) nivoloseko tsy amam-poto’e ty nañembets’ ahy;
5 let the enemy pursue my soul, and take hold of it, and trample my life into the earth, and drag down my glory into the dust. (Pause)
Le ho hotrohe’ ty rafelahiko, hiambotraha’e; ho lialià’e an-tane ty haveloko, vaho hado’e an-debok’ ao ty engeko. Selà
6 Rise up, Lord, in your anger. And be exalted to the borders of my enemies. And rise up, O Lord my God, according to the precept that you commanded,
Miongaha, ry Iehovà, an-kaviñera’o, miavota ty amo fitrotrofiaha’ o rafelahikoo. mivañona ty amako amy zaka kinoi’oy.
7 and a congregation of people will surround you. And, because of this, return on high.
Hiarikatok’ ama’o ty fivori’ ondatio, vaho mibaliha hifehea’o boak’añ’abo ey.
8 The Lord judges the people. Judge me, O Lord, according to my justice and according to my innocence within me.
Ry Iehovà Mpizaka o kilakila ‘ndatio; zakao iraho ry Iehovà, ty amy havantañako naho ty havañonako an-trok’ ao.
9 The wickedness of sinners will be consumed, and you will direct the just: the examiner of hearts and temperaments is God.
Hijihetse ty haratia’ o lo-tserekeo naho hajado’o o vañoñeo, fa mpitsòke arofo naho ova t’i Andrianañahare vantañe.
10 Just is my help from the Lord, who saves the upright of heart.
Aman’Añahare ao ty fikalako Ie mpandrombake o vañon-trokeo.
11 God is a just judge, strong and patient. How could he be angry throughout every day?
Mpizaka to t’i Andrianañahare, Eka, torifike boak’ andro t’i Andrianañahare;
12 Unless you will be converted, he will brandish his sword. He has extended his bow and made it ready.
Aa naho tsy mimpoly t’indaty: le ho sioña’e i fibara’ey; fa navoho’e ty fale’e vaho nihajarie’e;
13 And with it, he has prepared instruments of death. He has produced his arrows for those on fire.
Fa nihentseñe’e fialiañe mahafate, ampibelabelae’ afo o ana-pàle’eo.
14 Behold him who has given birth to injustice: he has conceived sorrow and has begotten iniquity.
Hehe t’ie tsongoen-tsihavokarañe, ie nampiareñe kilily vaho hiterake i remborake;
15 He has opened a pit and enlarged it. And he has fallen into the hole that he made.
Nihaly kobon-dre naho nampigorabahe’e, vaho tafajorobo amy hinali’ey.
16 His sorrow will be turned upon his own head, and his iniquity will descend upon his highest point.
Toe hibalik’ an-doha’e avao ty fikitroha’e raty, vaho hivotrak’ an-kevo’e eo i nandovia’ey.
17 I will confess to the Lord according to his justice, and I will sing a psalm to the name of the Lord Most High.
Andriañeko t’Iehovà ty amy havantaña’ey, ho bangoeko an-tsabo ty tahina’ Iehovà Andindimoneñe.
