Proverbs 30
1 THE WORDS OF AGUR THE SONNE OF JAKEH. The prophecie which ye man spake vnto Ithiel, euen to Ithiel, and Vcal.
Ty fitaro’ i Agore, ana’ Ieake: onin-drehake, tinaro’ indatiy am’ Itiele, am’ Itiele naho i Okale:
2 Surely I am more foolish then any man, and haue not the vnderstanding of a man in me.
Derendereñe te am’ondaty iabio iraho; tsy amako ty hilala’ ondaty,
3 For I haue not learned wisedome, nor atteined to the knowledge of holy things.
mbore tsy nianarako ty hihitse, vaho tsy amako ty fahafohinañe i Masiñey.
4 Who hath ascended vp to heauen, and descended? Who hath gathered the winde in his fist? Who hath bound the waters in a garment? Who hath established all the endes of the world? What is his name, and what is his sonnes name, if thou canst tell?
Ia ty nionjom-b’an-dikerañe mb’eo vaho nizotso? Ia ty nahatontoñe o tiokeo an-taña’e mivokeñe? Ia ty nañolonkoloñe o ranoo an-tsaro’e ao? Ia ty nampijadoñe o hene olon-taneo? Ia ty tahina’e, naho ty tahinan’ana’e? Naho fohi’o!
5 Euery worde of God is pure: he is a shield to those, that trust in him.
Fonga niventeñe o tsaran’ Añahareo; ie fikalañe amo mitsolok’ ama’eo.
6 Put nothing vnto his wordes, least he reproue thee, and thou be found a lyar.
Ko tovoña’o o tsara’eo, fa ho trevohe’e, vaho ho zoeñe t’ie bodiake.
7 Two things haue I required of thee: denie me them not before I die.
Roe ty raha ihalaliako ama’o; ko ifoneña’o ampara’ ty hivetrahako:
8 Remooue farre from me vanitie and lyes: giue me not pouertie, nor riches: feede me with foode conuenient for me,
Ahankaño amako ze vande naho haremborake, le ko atolots’ahy ndra hararahañe ndra varabey, fahano ahy ty anjarako,
9 Least I be full, and denie thee, and say, Who is the Lord? or least I be poore and steale, and take the Name of my God in vaine.
tsy mone ho vontsin-draho vaho hitety Azo, ami’ty hoe: Ia ze o Iehovà zao? ke ho rarake iraho naho hampikametse, vaho hitera ty tahinan’ Añahareko.
10 Accuse not a seruant vnto his master, lest he curse thee, when thou hast offended.
Ko fosà’o ami’ty tompo’e ty mpitoroñe, kera hamatse azo re, vaho ho voa-hakeo irehe.
11 There is a generation that curseth their father, and doeth not blesse their mother.
Eo ty tariratse mitety an-drae, naho tsy mitata rene;
12 There is a generation that are pure in their owne conceite, and yet are not washed from their filthinesse.
ty taminga malio amo maso’eo fe mboe tsy nisasa ami’ty haleora’e,
13 There is a generation, whose eies are hautie, and their eye liddes are lifted vp.
ty tariratse mievoñevoñe amo maso’eo —akore ty fiandra’ o holi-maso’eo!
14 There is a generation, whose teeth are as swordes, and their chawes as kniues to eate vp the afflicted out of the earth, and the poore from among men.
Eo ty taminga hanam-pibara ho famotsi’e naho meso ho vaza’e, hampibotsek’ o misotry an-tane atoio, naho o rarake am’ondatio.
15 The horse leache hath two daughters which crye, Giue, giue. There be three things that will not be satisfied: yea, foure that say not, It is ynough.
Roe ty anake vave’ ty oletse, ‘meo, meo.’ Telo ty raha mitolom-piereñe: efatse ty tsy mahafivola ty hoe: ‘eneñe izay!’
16 The graue, and the barren wombe, the earth that cannot be satisfied with water, and the fire that sayeth not, It is ynough. (Sheol h7585)
Tsy mahafivola ty hoe: ‘Soa izay’ ty tsikeokeoke, i beitsiterake, i tane tsy enen-dranoy, vaho ty afo (Sheol h7585)
17 The eye that mocketh his father and despiseth the instruction of his mother, let ye rauens of the valley picke it out, and the yong eagles eate it.
Ty maso miteratera rae, tsy mete avoho-drene, ho tsimohe’ o koàke am-bavataneo, vaho habotse’ ty tsimalaho tora’e.
18 There be three thinges hid from me: yea, foure that I knowe not,
Telo ty raha loho mahalatsa ahy, efatse ty tsy rendreko;
19 The way of an eagle in the aire, the way of a serpent vpon a stone, ye way of a ship in ye middes of the sea, and the way of a man with a maide.
ty liam-bantio an-dindiñe eñe, ty lia’ ty mereñe an-damilamy eo, ty lala’ o sambo añivo riakeo, vaho ty sata’ ondaty ami’ty somondrara.
20 Such is ye way also of an adulterous woman: she eateth and wipeth her mouth, and sayth, I haue not committed iniquitie.
Zao ty satan-karapilo: Mihinañe re naho mamò-bava vaho manao ty hoe: ‘Izaho tsy nanao raty.’
21 For three things the earth is moued: yea, for foure it cannot susteine it selfe:
Ambane’ raha telo ty mampañezeñezeñe i taney, ambane’ ty efatse re tsy mahaleo:
22 For a seruant when he reigneth, and a foole when he is filled with meate,
ambane’ i trètreke t’ie ty mpanjaka, vaho ty dagola, t’ie etsa-kaneñe,
23 For the hatefull woman, when she is married, and for a handmaid that is heire to her mistres.
ambane’ ty rakemba tsy kokoañe t’ie engaen-dahy, vaho ty anak-ampatañe mandova aman-drakemba’e.
24 These be foure small things in the earth, yet they are wise and full of wisedome:
Efatse ty raha kede’ ty tane toy, songa mahihitse:
25 The pismires a people not strong, yet prepare they their meate in sommer:
Foko tsy maozatse o vitikeo, fe halankañe’e ami’ty asara ty haneñe;
26 The conies a people not mightie, yet make their houses in the rocke:
fifokoa tsy fatratse o trandrakeo, fe mpandranjy traño am-bato ao;
27 The grashopper hath no King, yet goe they forth all by bandes:
tsy amam-panjàka o valalao, fe mirodo ki-pirimbo-ki-pirimboñe.
28 The spider taketh holde with her handes, and is in Kings palaces.
Mete tsepahem-pitàñe ty tsàtsake, f’ie añ’anjombam-panjaka ao.
29 There be three thinges that order well their going: yea, foure are comely in going,
Telo ty raha midoegadoega: efatse ty mitoandratoandra:
30 A lyon which is strong among beastes, and turneth not at the sight of any:
ty liona, ie maozatse amo biby iabio, tsy eo ty itsolofiña’e;
31 A lusty grayhound, and a goate, and a King against whom there is no rising vp.
i akoholahiy, naho ty oselahy, vaho ty mpanjaka miatreke i valobohòn-dahindefo’ey.
32 If thou hast bene foolish in lifting thy selfe vp, and if thou hast thought wickedly, lay thine hand vpon thy mouth.
Naho nanao hagegean-drehe nañonjom-batañe, ke nikilily, le tehafo am-pitàñe ty falie’o.
33 When one churneth milke, he bringeth foorth butter: and he that wringeth his nose, causeth blood to come out: so he that forceth wrath, bringeth foorth strife.
Toe miova ho dibera ty ronono trobotroboeñe, naho mahatontom-piantsonañe te komondroeñe, vaho mampiforoforo haviñerañe t’ie troboeñe.
