Jonah 4
1 And Jonas was exceedingly troubled, and was angry:
Fe vata’e nampangoae’ Ionà izay le niloho boseke,
2 And he prayed to the Lord, and said: I beseech thee, O Lord, is not this what I said, when I was yet in my own country? therefore I went before to flee into Tharsis: for I know that thou art a gracious and merciful God, patient, and of much compassion, and easy to forgive evil.
vaho nilolok’ am’ Iehovà, nanao ty hoe: Mihalaly ama’o, ry Iehovà, tsy ie hao i nivolañeko te mbe tan-taneko añey? Izaho nihitrike ty lay mb’e Tarsise mb’eo fa napotako te Andrianañahare matarike irehe, mpiferenaiñe, malaon-kaviñerañe, naho lifotse fiferenaiñañe, vaho habalintoa’o i hankàñe ho nanoe’oy.
3 And now, O Lord, I beseech thee take my life from me: for it is better for me to die than to live.
Ie amy zao ry Iehovà, ehe asitaho amako ty fiaiko, fa hamake t’ie hikenkañe ta te ho veloñe.
4 And the Lord said: Dost thou think thou hast reason to be angry?
Aa le hoe t’Iehovà, Mañeva hao o habose’oo?
5 Then Jonas went out of the city, and sat toward the east side of the city: and he made himself a booth there, and he sat under it in the shadow, till he might see what would befall the city.
Niakatse i rovay t’Ionà, niambesatse añ’ ila’ atiñana’ i rovay ey le nandranjy lapalapa vaho niambesatse ambane’e añ’alok’ ao am-para’ te isa’e ze hifetsak’ amy rovay.
6 And the Lord God prepared an ivy, and it came up over the head of Jonas, to be a shadow over his head, and to cover him (for he was fatigued), and Jonas was exceeding glad of the ivy.
Nañalankañe vatavo amy zao t’Iehovà Andrianañahare; le nampilalìe’e ambone’ Ionà eo hañaloke ty añambone’e hampanintsiñe aze amy fifombo’ey. Le nampivaran-ehake Ionà i vatavoy.
7 But God prepared a worm, when the morning arose on the following day: and it struck the ivy and it withered.
Fe nihajarien’ Añahare oletse te nanjirike i loak’ àndroy nijoy i vatavoy, nahaforejeje aze.
8 And when the sun was risen, the Lord commanded a hot and burning wind: and the sun beat upon the head of Jonas, and he broiled with the heat: and he desired for his soul that he might die, and said: It is better for me to die than to live.
Ie nionjoñe i àndroy le nampitiofen’ Añahare ty tio-bey atiñanañe matrevoke. Nipisañe añambone’ Ionà i àndroy le nitoirañe vaho nihalaly te hampihomaheñe ami’ty hoe: Hamake te hikenkan-draho ta te ho veloñe.
9 And the Lord said to Jonas: Dost thou think thou hast reason to be angry, for the ivy? And he said: I am angry with reason even unto death.
Le hoe t’i Andrianañahare am’ Ionà: Mañeva azo hao ty hifombo amy vatavoy? le hoe re: Eka sazo ahy ty habosehako; hàmake t’ie ho mate.
10 And the Lord said: Thou art grieved for the ivy, for which thou hast not laboured, nor made it to grow, which in one night came up, and in one night perished.
Le hoe t’Iehovà, Nitretreze’o i vatavo tsy nifanehafa’oy, naho tsy nampitirie’oy, ie nitiry haleñe vaho nimomok’ an-kaleñe;
11 And shall not I spare Ninive, that great city, in which there are more than a hundred and twenty thousand persons that know not how to distinguish between their right hand and their left, and many beasts?
aa tsy ho ferenaiñako ka hao t’i Ninevè, i rova jabajabay, toe ama’e ao t’indaty mandikoatse rai-hetse-tsi-ro-ale, tsy mahafohiñe ty fità’e havana ami’ty havia’e, miharo hare tsifotofoto?
