Ecclesiastes 12
1 Remember your Creator while you are young, before days of trouble come and you grow old, saying, “I'm not enjoying life anymore.”
Tiahio i nitsene azo an-tsan-kajalahi’o, aolo’ ty fivotraha’ o andron-kasotriañeo, naho ty hitotofa’ i taoñe hanoe’o ty hoe: Tsy mahafale ahiko irezay;
2 Before the light fades—sun, moon, and stars—and rain clouds return to darken the skies.
aolo’ ty fañamaieñañe ty hazava’ i àndroy naho i volañey vaho o vasiañeo, naho ty fibaliha’ o rahoñeo ie fa añe i orañey;
3 Before the guards of the house tremble and the strong men are bent over, the grinders stop working because there are only a few left, and the ones looking through the windows only see dimly,
amy andro hihondrahondrà’ o mpañambeñ’ anjombao, naho hibokobokoha’ ondaty maozatseo, naho hitroara’ o mpandisañeo amy t’ie tsy ampe, vaho mihamaieñe tsy hahaisaha’ ondaty mitilihitse amo lalan-kedeo;
4 and the doors to the street are shut. Before the sound of the grinding mill grows low, and you wake up early when the birds are singing, but you can hardly hear them.
ie mirindriñe o lalam-ban-dalam-beio, naho migeongeoñe avao o vato fandisanañeo, naho mahatsekake ondaty ty feom-boroñe, vaho hene namptsiñeñe o anak’ ampela mpibekoo;
5 Before you develop a fear of heights and worry about going out on the streets; when the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper crawls along, and desire fails, for everyone has to go to their eternal home as the mourners go up and down the street.
eka, mahahembañe ondatio te an-kaboañe ey, mirevendreveñe t’ie an-damoke eo; mikò-foty o mahabiboo, fe mikozozotse avao i valalay, vaho milesa i vahen’ amaloy; amy te migodañe mb’añ’akiba’e nainai’e mb’eo ondatio, ie midraidraitse an-dalañeo o mpandàlao;
6 Before the silver cord is snapped and the golden bowl is broken; before the water jug is smashed at the spring, or the pulley is broken at the well.
aolo’ te tampake i fole volafotiy, naho foy i korobo volamenay, naho señak’ am-bava’ i vovoñey ty fitovy, naho nipozak’ an-kadaha eo i larom-pitarikey,
7 Then the dust returns to the earth from which it came, and the breath of life returns to God who gave it.
naho mibalike mb’an-tane niboaha’e ao i debokey, vaho mimpoly mb’ aman’Andrianamboatse azey i kofòkey.
8 “Everything passes! It's all so hard to understand!” says the Teacher.
Habibin-kakafoahañe izay, hoe t’i Mpañoke; kila kafoake.
9 Not only was the Teacher a wise man, he also taught what he knew to others. He thought about many proverbs, studying them and arranging them.
Tovo i hihi’ey, nanare’ i Mpañokey hilala ondatio, ie nandanja naho nañotsohotso vaho nañity razan-tsaontsy maro.
10 The Teacher looked for the best way to explain things, writing truthfully and honestly.
Nitsoeke fisaontsy mahafale i Mpañokey, vaho nanokitse tsara-to am-palangesañe.
11 The words of the wise are like cattle prods. Their collected sayings are like nails driven home, given by one shepherd.
Hoe fitsipoke ty fisaontsi’ o mahihitseo, toe fati-by soa oreñe o razan-drehakeo, o natolo’ i Mpiarak’ añondriio.
12 In addition, my student, take care, for there's no end to book writing, and too much study wears you out.
Aa, le mitaoa ry anake amo mandikoatse irezaio, fa tsy ho modo ty fanoañe boke maro, vaho mahamamake o nofotseo ty halako-pihotsohotsoañe.
13 To sum up now that everything has been discussed: Respect God by keeping his commandments, for that's what everyone should do.
Ty figadoña’e, ie hene jinanjiñe: Mañeveña aman’Añahare, vaho ambeno o lili’eo; ho a’ ze kila ondaty izay.
14 God is going to judge us for everything we do, including what we do secretly, whether good or bad.
Hendesen’ Añahare mb’an-jaka ze hene sata, ze he’e mietake, ndra t’ie soa ndra te raty.
