Psalms 7
1 The psalm of David which he sung to the Lord for the words of Chusi the son of Jemini. O Lord my God, in thee have I put my trust: save me from all them that persecute me, and deliver me.
Ry Iehovà Andrianañahareko, Ihe ro fitsolohako, avotsoro amo mañoridañe ahikoo, le hahao;
2 Lest at any time he seize upon my soul like a lion, while there is no one to redeem me, nor to save.
Tsy mone ho ritaritae’e hoe liona ty fiaiko, hirofodrofota’e tsy amam-pañolotse.
3 O Lord my God, if I have done this thing, if there be iniquity in my hands:
Ry Iehovà Andrianañahareko, naho nanoeko zao: lehe an-tañako ty hatsivokarañe,
4 If I have rendered to them that repaid me evils, let me deservedly fall 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 it, and tread down my life on the earth, and bring down my glory to the dust.
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, O Lord, in thy anger: and be thou exalted in the borders of my enemies. And arise, O Lord my God, in the precept which thou hast 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 shall surround thee. And for their sakes return thou on high.
Hiarikatok’ ama’o ty fivori’ ondatio, vaho mibaliha hifehea’o boak’añ’abo ey.
8 The Lord judgeth the people. Judge me, O Lord, according to my justice, and according to my innocence in 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 shall be brought to nought: and thou shalt direct the just: the searcher of hearts and reins 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 saveth the upright of heart.
Aman’Añahare ao ty fikalako Ie mpandrombake o vañon-trokeo.
11 God is a just judge, strong and patient: is he angry every day?
Mpizaka to t’i Andrianañahare, Eka, torifike boak’ andro t’i Andrianañahare;
12 Except you will be converted, he will brandish his sword: he hath bent 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 in it he hath prepared the instruments of death, he hath made ready his arrows for them that burn.
Fa nihentseñe’e fialiañe mahafate, ampibelabelae’ afo o ana-pàle’eo.
14 Behold he hath been in labour with injustice; he hath conceived sorrow, and brought forth iniquity.
Hehe t’ie tsongoen-tsihavokarañe, ie nampiareñe kilily vaho hiterake i remborake;
15 He hath opened a pit and dug it; and he is fallen into the hole he made.
Nihaly kobon-dre naho nampigorabahe’e, vaho tafajorobo amy hinali’ey.
16 His sorrow shall be turned on his own head: and his iniquity shall comedown upon his crown.
Toe hibalik’ an-doha’e avao ty fikitroha’e raty, vaho hivotrak’ an-kevo’e eo i nandovia’ey.
17 I will give glory to the Lord according to his justice: and will sing to the name of the Lord the most high.
Andriañeko t’Iehovà ty amy havantaña’ey, ho bangoeko an-tsabo ty tahina’ Iehovà Andindimoneñe.
