Psalms 65
1 TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. A SONG. To You, silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, And to You a vow is completed.
Mitamà azo e Tsiône ao ty sabo, ry Andrianañahare: vaho ama’o ty ifantàñe.
2 Hearer of prayer, all flesh comes to You.
O ry Mpijanjin-kalaly, mitontoñe ama’o ze kila sandriñe.
3 Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions—You cover them.
Maozatse te amako o sata tsi-vokatseo, f’ie ty hanao fijebañañe ho amo fandilara’aio.
4 O the blessedness of [him whom] You choose, And draw near, he inhabits Your courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Your house, Your holy temple.
Haha t’indaty joboñe’o vaho ampitotohe’o himoneñe an-kiririsa’o ao: ho heneke ty hasoa añ’akiba’o ao zahay, an-kivoho’o miavake ao.
5 By fearful things in righteousness You answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off The ends of the earth and sea.
Fitoloñañe mampañeveñe ro anoiña’o anay an-kavantañañe, ry Andrianañaharem- pandrombahañe anay, Ihe ro fatokisa’ ze olon-tane iaby, naho o an-driake tsietoitaneo.
6 Establishing mountains by His power, He has been girded with might,
Ie ami’ty haozara’o ro nampijadoñe o vohitse misadia hafatrarañeo;
7 Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.
Ihe ro mampitsiñe ty fitroña’ o riakeo, ty figodobo’ o kinerakeo, vaho ty fivoamboaña’ o borizañeo.
8 And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts Are afraid from Your signs, You cause the outgoings of morning and evening to sing.
Mampañeveñe o mpimoneñe añ’olon-taneo o vilo’oo; vaho ampirebehe’o ty fionjona’ o maraiñeo naho o haleñeo.
9 You have inspected the earth, and water it, You make it very rich, the stream of God [is] full of water, You prepare their grain, When thus You prepare it,
Tilihe’o ty tane toy naho tondraha’o rano: vaho fanjàka ty nampamokara’o aze amy sakan’Añahare miheneheney; nañalankaña’o ampemba, izay ty fañajaria’o i taney.
10 Its ridges have been filled, Its furrow has been deepened, You soften it with showers, Its springing up You bless.
Anoe’o lonte soa o hàto’eo, amàta’o o vavahali’eo: lotrahe’o ami’ty ereke, tahie’o ty fitovoa’e.
11 You have crowned the year of Your goodness, And Your paths drop fatness.
Sabakae’o ami’ty havokara’o ty taoñe, ampitsopatsopahen-tsolike o oloñolo’oo;
12 The pastures of a wilderness drop, And You gird the hills with joy.
Mitsiritsioke o fiandrazañe am-patrambeio; vaho misikim-pirebehañe o vohitseo.
13 The meadows are clothed with the flock, And valleys are covered with grain, They shout—indeed, they sing!
Misaroñe biby fiandrazeñe o hivokeo, miravak’ ampemba o vavataneo; mitreñe an-kaehake le misabo.
