Psalms 21
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. O Yahweh, in thy strength, will the king rejoice, and, in thy salvation, how greatly will he exult!
RyIehovà, mirebeke ty haozara’o i mpanjakay; mandia taroba amy fandrombaha’oy.
2 The longing of his heart, hast thou given him, and, the request of his lips, hast thou not withheld. (Selah)
Fa natolo’o aze ty naìnañ’ arofo’e, le tsy nangazoña’o ama’e o halalin-tsoñi’eo. Selà
3 For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.
Salakae’o am-pitahian-tsoa; apo’o añ’ambone’e eo ty sabaka volamena ki’e.
4 Life, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.
Nihalalia’e haveloñe, le natolo’o aze, eka, halava andro kitro añ’afe’e.
5 Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him;
Mañonjoñe ty enge’e o fandreketa’oo, nanampeza’o asiñe naho volonahetse.
6 For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;
Nampiraoraoe’o nainai’e; Ampirebehe’o ami’ty hafaleañe añ’atrefa’o.
7 For, the king, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken.
Iatoa’ i mpanjakay t’Iehovà, ie tsy ho ronjeronjeñe ty amy fiferenaiña’ i Andindimoneñey.
8 Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.
Ho onim-pità’o ze hene rafelahi’o; ho takarem-pitàn-kavana’o o malaiñe azoo.
9 Thou wilt make them like a furnace of fire, at the time of thy presence, —Yahweh, in his anger, will swallow them up, and there shall consume them a fire:
Hampanahafe’o ami’ty toñake mirekake iereo an-tsam-piforoforoa’o; hagodra’ Iehovà an-kaviñerañe, vaho ho forototoe’ ty afo.
10 Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;
Ho mongore’o an-tane atoy o tarira’ iereoo, naho o tiri’iareoo amo ana’ondatio.
11 For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.
Nikilily raty azo iereo, nikitroke haratiañe ama’o, f’ie tsy ho lefe,
12 For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.
Hampiambohoe’o iereo Ampibitsohe’o fale o lahara’eo.
13 Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.
Mionjona ry Iehovà an-kaozara’o! Ho saboe’ay naho ho bangoa’ay ty hafatrara’o!
