Psalms 64

1 “To the chief musician, a psalm of David.” Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint: preserve my life from the dread of the enemy.

Janjiño ty feoko, ry Andrianañahare, ami’ty fitreontreoñako; ambeno ty fiaiko ami’ty fihembaña’e o rafelahio.

2 Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous assault of the workers of wickedness;

Aetaho iraho ami’ty fikililia’ o tsivokatseo; amo fikitrohan-drati’ o lo-tserekeo.

3 Who whet their tongue like a sword, who aim with their arrow, the bitter word:

O maniom-pameleke hoe fibara vaho mañohatse entam-bola-mafaitse hoe t’ie ana-pale,

4 To shoot in secret at the innocent; suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

hañohara’ iareo añ’etake ty vañoñe; tifire’iereo amy zao tsy aman-tahotse.

5 They encourage themselves in an evil plan; they tell secretly of laying snares: they say, Who will see them?

Mifañosike t’ie mikitroke, mikinia hampibitrotse fandri-bo añ’etake, ami’ty hoe: Ia ty hahaisake?

6 They search out iniquities; “We are ready with the carefully searched out device:” and the inward thought and heart of each is deeply [hidden].

Tsikarahe’ iereo ze tsihavokarañe, Fa nañeneke safiry soa lahatse. Toe miheotse ty añ’ova’ ondaty ao, naho ty arofo’e.

7 But God shooteth at them suddenly [his] arrow; —[thence] are come their wounds.

F’ie hañiririan’ Añahare ana-pale aniany avao le ho fere

8 And their own tongues will stumble over themselves: all that look on them will shake their head.

hampitsikapy iareo; sesehe’ o famele’iareo avao, songa mibioñe añe ty mahaisake iareo.

9 All men shall fear, and shall declare the deeds of God, and understand his works.

Le hene hirevendreveñe ondatio, hitalily o fitoloñan’ Añahareo vaho hañarahara o tolon-draha’eo.

10 The righteous shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glorify themselves.

Hifale am’ Iehovà o vantañeo, hipalitse ama’e; vaho hene handrenge aze o mahity añ’arofoo.