Psalms 62
1 To the excelletn musician Ieduthun. A Psalme of David. Yet my soule keepeth silence vnto God: of him commeth my saluation.
I Andrianañahare avao ty fitamà’ ty fiaiko am-pitsiñañe, boak’ ama’e ty fandrombahañe ahy.
2 Yet he is my strength and my saluation, and my defence: therefore I shall not much be mooued.
Ie avao ro lamilamiko naho ty fandrombahañe ahy; i haboam-pipalirakoy; tsy hasiotsiotse iraho.
3 How long wil ye imagine mischiefe against a man? ye shalbe all slaine: ye shalbe as a bowed wall, or as a wall shaken.
Pak’ombia ty ho boroboñafe’ areo t’indaty? Hanjevoa’areo iaby hoe t’ie rindriñe mitondritse, ndra kijoly migavengaveñe.
4 Yet they consult to cast him downe from his dignitie: their delight is in lies, they blesse with their mouthes, but curse with their hearts. (Selah)
Ty hamotsahañe aze ami’ty haabo’e avao ro fikililia’ iareo: mpitea volam-bande; mitata am-palie, f’ie mamatse añ’ova ao Selà
5 Yet my soule keepe thou silence vnto God: for mine hope is in him.
I Andrianañahare avao ty liñisa’o ampitsiñañe, ty fiaiko toy; boak’ ama’e ty fisalalàko.
6 Yet is hee my strength, and my saluation, and my defence: therefore I shall not be mooued.
Ie avao ro lamilamiko naho fandrombahañe ahy; ty kijoliko abo; tsy hasiotse iraho.
7 In God is my saluation and my glory, the rocke of my strength: in God is my trust.
I Andrianañahare ty ampipohañe ty fandrombahañe ahy, naho ty engeko; ty lamilamin-kaozarako; fipalirako t’i Andrianañahare.
8 Trust in him alway, ye people: powre out your hearts before him, for God is our hope. (Selah)
Miatoa ama’e nainai’e, ondatio, adoaño añatrefa’e ty arofo’ areo; fitsolohan-tika t’i Andrianañahare. Selà
9 Yet the children of men are vanitie, the chiefe men are lies: to lay them vpon a balance they are altogether lighter then vanitie.
Toe hakoahañe avao o ana’ i Dameo, lañitse o ana’ ondatio; ie atraok’ am-pilanjàñe eo, le maivañe te ami’ty kofòke.
10 Trust not in oppression nor in robberie: be not vaine: if riches increase, set not your heart thereon.
Ko iatoa’o ty fikatramoañe, naho ko manao fañirian-kafoake am-pikamerañe. Ndra te mionjoñe o varao ko ampirampian’ arofo.
11 God spake once or twise, I haue heard it, that power belongeth vnto God,
Nitsara indraike t’i Andrianañahare, tsinanoko indroe ty hoe: An’Andrianañahare o haozarañeo,
12 And to thee, O Lord, mercie: for thou rewardest euery one according to his worke.
vaho ama’o, ry Talè, ty fiferenaiñañe, songa tambeze’o mañeva o fitoloña’eo t’i ondaty.
