Psalms 58
1 To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of David on Michtam. Is it true? O Congregation, speake ye iustly? O sonnes of men, iudge ye vprightly?
Ho an’ ny mpiventy hira. Al-tasheth. Miktama nataon’ i Davida. Moa ny tsi-fitenenana va ataonareo ho filazana ny marina? Mitsara mahitsy va ianareo, ry zanak’ olombelona?
2 Yea, rather ye imagine mischiefe in your heart: your hands execute crueltie vpon the earth.
Tsy izany, fa ny fonareo no amoronanareo ny ratsy; mandanja ny fandozan’ ny tananareo etỳ an-tany ianareo.
3 The wicked are strangers from ye wombe: euen from the belly haue they erred, and speake lyes.
Mivily hatrany am-bohoka ny ratsy fanahy; mania hatrany an-kibo izy ka miteny lainga.
4 Their poyson is euen like the poyson of a serpent: like ye deafe adder that stoppeth his eare.
Misy poizina tahaka ny an’ ny menarana aminy; eny, tahaka ny vipera marenina izay manentsin-tadiny izy,
5 Which heareth not the voyce of the inchanter, though he be most expert in charming.
Ka tsy mihaino ny feon’ ny mpanao ody, na dia izay mpahay ody indrindra aza.
6 Breake their teeth, O God, in their mouthes: breake the iawes of the yong lions, O Lord.
Andriamanitra ô, torotoroy ny nifiny eo am-bavany; omboty ny vazan’ ny liona tanora, Jehovah ô.
7 Let them melt like the waters, let them passe away: when hee shooteth his arrowes, let them be as broken.
Aoka ho ritra tahaka ny ranotrambo izy; raha atraniny ny zana-tsipìkany, dia aoka ho tapa-doha ireny;
8 Let them consume like a snayle that melteth, and like the vntimely fruite of a woman, that hath not seene the sunne.
Aoka ho tahaka ny lelosy izay mihalevona eny am-pandehanana izy; Aoka ho tahaka ny zaza-vakimanta izay tsy mahita masoandro izy.
9 As raw flesh before your pots feele the fire of thornes: so let him cary them away as with a whirlewinde in his wrath.
Dieny tsy mbola mafanan’ ny afon-tsilo ny vilaninareo, aoka ho entin’ ny tafio-drivotra ireny, na ny lena na ny maina.
10 The righteous shall reioyce when he seeeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feete in the blood of the wicked.
Hifaly ny marina, raha mahita ny famaliana; hanasa ny tongony amin’ ny ran’ ny ratsy fanahy izy;
11 And men shall say, Verily there is fruite for the righteous: doutlesse there is a God that iudgeth in the earth.
Dia hiteny ny olona ka hanao hoe: misy valiny tokoa ho an’ ny marina; misy tokoa Andriamanitra Izay mitsara etỳ ambonin’ ny tany.
