Psalms 62
1 To the Chief Musician. On Jeduthun—A Melody of David. Surely, towards God, silence [becometh] my soul, From him, is my salvation:
I Andrianañahare avao ty fitamà’ ty fiaiko am-pitsiñañe, boak’ ama’e ty fandrombahañe ahy.
2 Surely, he, is my rock and my salvation, My high tower—I shall not be greatly shaken!
Ie avao ro lamilamiko naho ty fandrombahañe ahy; i haboam-pipalirakoy; tsy hasiotsiotse iraho.
3 How long will ye shout at a man? Ye shall be crushed all of you, —Like a wall that bulgeth, —a fence pushed in!
Pak’ombia ty ho boroboñafe’ areo t’indaty? Hanjevoa’areo iaby hoe t’ie rindriñe mitondritse, ndra kijoly migavengaveñe.
4 Surely, from his elevation, they have taken counsel to thrust him down, They accept falsehood, —With his mouth, they each of them bless, But, inwardly, they revile. (Selah)
Ty hamotsahañe aze ami’ty haabo’e avao ro fikililia’ iareo: mpitea volam-bande; mitata am-palie, f’ie mamatse añ’ova ao Selà
5 Surely, towards God, be thou silent, my soul, For, from him, is mine expectation:
I Andrianañahare avao ty liñisa’o ampitsiñañe, ty fiaiko toy; boak’ ama’e ty fisalalàko.
6 Surely, he, is my rock, and my salvation, My high tower—I shall not be shaken!
Ie avao ro lamilamiko naho fandrombahañe ahy; ty kijoliko abo; tsy hasiotse iraho.
7 Upon God, [depend] my salvation and mine honour, My rock of strength, my refuge, are in God.
I Andrianañahare ty ampipohañe ty fandrombahañe ahy, naho ty engeko; ty lamilamin-kaozarako; fipalirako t’i Andrianañahare.
8 Trust ye in him all ye assembly of the people, Pour out, before him, your heart, God, is a refuge for us. (Selah)
Miatoa ama’e nainai’e, ondatio, adoaño añatrefa’e ty arofo’ areo; fitsolohan-tika t’i Andrianañahare. Selà
9 Surely, vanity, are men of low degree, Deception, men of high degree, —In the balances, they go up, They, are [made] of vanity, altogether.
Toe hakoahañe avao o ana’ i Dameo, lañitse o ana’ ondatio; ie atraok’ am-pilanjàñe eo, le maivañe te ami’ty kofòke.
10 Do not trust in extortion, Nor, with robbery, become vain, As for wealth, when it beareth fruit, Do not set [thereon your] heart.
Ko iatoa’o ty fikatramoañe, naho ko manao fañirian-kafoake am-pikamerañe. Ndra te mionjoñe o varao ko ampirampian’ arofo.
11 One thing, hath God spoken, Two things, [there are] which I have heard, That, power, belongeth unto God;
Nitsara indraike t’i Andrianañahare, tsinanoko indroe ty hoe: An’Andrianañahare o haozarañeo,
12 And, thine, O My Lord, is lovingkindness, —For, thou, wilt pay back unto every man—according to his deed.
vaho ama’o, ry Talè, ty fiferenaiñañe, songa tambeze’o mañeva o fitoloña’eo t’i ondaty.
