Psalms 75

1 TO THE OVERSEER. “DO NOT DESTROY.” A PSALM OF ASAPH. A SONG. We have given thanks to You, O God, We have given thanks, and Your Name [is] near, They have recounted Your wonders.

Anumzamoka susu huganteta kagia ahentesga hune. Na'ankure tagri tava'onte kagra mani'nane. Knare'za huno mareri agatere'nea kavukva zanka'agura vahe'mo'za huge antahige nehaze.

2 When I receive an appointment, I judge uprightly.

Anumzamo'a huno, vahe'ma refko hu knama erinte'noa kna fatgore, vahera mago avamenteke ante'na refko huzmantegahue.

3 The earth and all its inhabitants are melted, I have pondered its pillars. (Selah)

Hagi mopama momi'ma higeno, vahe'mofo mani'zamo'a herave korave nehigena, Nagra mopama azeri'nea trara azeri akona nehue.

4 I have said to the boastful, “Do not be boastful,” And to the wicked, “Do not raise up a horn.”

Zamavufga rama nehaza vahekura tamavufga rana osiho nehu'na, kefo avu'ava'ma nehaza vahekura hu'na, hara agateregahune huta tamimiza runafege nehuta, hankavetamia erita mareoriho hu'na zamasamigahue.

5 Do not raise up your horn on high (You speak with a stiff neck).

Hara hu agateregahune huta hankavetamia erita marenerita, tamanankena antesga huta tamavufga rankea osiho.

6 For not from the east, or from the west, Nor from the wilderness—[is] elevation.

Vahe'mofoma azeri antesgama hu'zana, zage hanati kazigatiro, zage fre kazigatiro, hagage kokampintira omegahie.

7 But God [is] judging, This He makes low—and this He lifts up.

Anumzamoke vahera refko huno, nezmageno avre anagamu netreno, avre henkama netreno hugahie.

8 For a cup [is] in the hand of YHWH, And the wine has foamed, It is full of mixture, and He pours out of it, Surely wring out its dregs, And all the wicked of the earth drink,

Na'ankure mnanentake zantamine waini tinema eri havia hu'nea hankave tina agrema'age nehigeno, Ra Anumzamo'a azampi azeri'ne. Agra maka ama mopafima kefo avu'ava'ma nehaza vahete tagitresigeno, ana vahe'mo'za nene'za ro'afima me'nia ankarere'anena nehana hugahaze.

9 And I declare [it] for all time, I sing praise to the God of Jacob.

Hianagi nagra maka kna Anumzamo'ma tro'ma hu'nea zankura huama hu vava nehu'na, zagamera hu'na Jekopu Anumzamofona agi'a ahentesga hugahue.

10 And I cut off all horns of the wicked, The horns of the righteous are exalted!

Na'ankure Anumzamo'a huno, kefo avu'ava'ma nehaza vahe'mokizmi hankavea eri atregahuanagi, fatgo avu'ava'ma nehaza vahe'mokizmia mago'ane hankavea zamigahue.