Psalms 10
1 Why do you stand far off, LORD? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?
Akore te Ihe mijohañe añe, ry Iehovà? Ino ty ietaha’o an-tsan-kasotriañe?
2 In arrogance, the wicked hunt down the weak. They are caught in the schemes that they devise.
Am-pirengevohañe ty añoridaña’ o raty tserekeo o rarakeo; f’ie tsepahe’ o fikitroha’eo avao.
3 For the wicked boasts of his heart's cravings, and he blesses the greedy, scorning the LORD.
Sengè’ i tsivokatsey o fañirian-tro’eo, tata’e ty fatitiañe, naho inje’e t’Iehovà.
4 The wicked in his proud countenance does not seek. All his thoughts are "There is no God."
Ty tsivokatse amy fitoeboran-tarehe’ey, tsy mitsoek’ aze; ty hoe avao ro fitsakorea’e: Tsy eo ze o Andrianañahare zao.
5 His ways are firm at all times. Your judgments are turned aside. As for all his adversaries, he sneers at them.
Miraorao nainai’e o sata’eo; kanao mitiotiotse ambone, tsy am-pahaisaha’e eo o fizakà’oo, le fonga ibohaboha’e o malaiñ’ azeo.
6 He says in his heart, "I shall not be shaken. From generation to generation I shall not experience calamity."
Hoe ty aereñeren-tro’e: Tsy hasiotse iraho, ndra an-tsa an-tsa tsy ho ampoheke ka.
7 His mouth is full of cursing and bitterness and oppression. Under his tongue is mischief and iniquity.
Pea hateràñe naho katramo naho fisenge-hery i falie’ey; kilily naho haloloañe ty ambane’ i famele’ey.
8 He lies in wait near the villages. From ambushes, he murders the innocent. His eyes are secretly set against the helpless.
Itoboha’e o fivoñonañe an-drovao amo fietahañeo hamonoa’e ty vantañe; jilojilovem-pihaino’e ty tsy amam-pañimba.
9 He lurks in secret as a lion in his ambush. He lies in wait to catch the helpless. He catches the helpless, when he draws him in his net.
Ie mitingañe añetak’ ao hoe liona ami’ty fitsifira’e; mitampoñe hitsepake ty rarake, hiambotrak’ ami’ty mpisotry, hikozozota’e amy harato’ey.
10 The helpless are crushed. They collapse. They fall under his strength.
Mibotreke re, mifinake; vaho mikorovok’ amy figorea’ey i pìtso-pañolotsey.
11 He says in his heart, "God has forgotten. He hides his face. He will never see it."
Hoe re an-troke ao: Fa nandikofan’ Añahare, fa naeta’e ty lahara’e; tsy ho vazoho’e ka.
12 Arise, LORD. God, lift up your hand. Do not forget the helpless.
Miongaha ry Iehovà; ry Andrianañahare, zonjò ty Fità’o; ko amoea’o o mpirekeo.
13 Why does the wicked person condemn God, and say in his heart, "You will not seek (an accounting)."
Akore te ati’ o tsivokatseo t’i Andrianañahare, ie manao an-tro’e ao ty hoe: Tsy ipaia’e?
14 But you do see trouble and grief. You consider it to take it into your hand. You help the victim and the fatherless.
Toe vazoho’o; eka fa oni’o ty ampoheke naho ty embetse le ho valeam-pità’o, ihe ro iatoa’ ty tsy aman’imba; vaho mpañimba ty bode-rae.
15 Break the arm of the wicked. As for the evil man, seek out his wickedness until you find none.
Pozaho ty sira’ o tsivokatseo naho i piaroteñey, karaofo ty haratia’e ie tsy nilefe tsikaraheñe.
16 The LORD is King forever and ever. The nations have perished from his land.
Mpanjaka nainai’e t’Iehovà; fa mongotse an-tane’e eo o fifeheañeo.
17 LORD, you have heard the desire of the humble. You will prepare their heart. You will cause your ear to hear,
Ry Iehovà, fa jinanji’o ty halali’ o tretram-poo; hafatraro ty arofo’ iareo atokilaño o ravembia’oo;
18 to judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that man who is of the earth may terrify no more.
Hañomea’o to o bode-raeo naho o forekekeñeo, tsy hampinevenevera’ ondaty an-tane atoio ka.
