Psalms 65
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David—a song. Thine, are silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, —And, to thee, shall be paid the vow.
Mitamà azo e Tsiône ao ty sabo, ry Andrianañahare: vaho ama’o ty ifantàñe.
2 Thou hearer of prayer! Unto thee, shall all flesh come.
O ry Mpijanjin-kalaly, mitontoñe ama’o ze kila sandriñe.
3 Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove them.
Maozatse te amako o sata tsi-vokatseo, f’ie ty hanao fijebañañe ho amo fandilara’aio.
4 How happy the man thou shalt choose and bring near! He shall abide in thy courts, —We shall be satisfied with, The blessing of thy house, The holiness of thy 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 things reverend in righteousness, wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all the ends of the earth, And of the sea far away;
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 Who setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;
Ie ami’ty haozara’o ro nampijadoñe o vohitse misadia hafatrarañeo;
7 Who stilleth, The noise of the seas, The noise of their rolling waves, and The tumult of races of men?
Ihe ro mampitsiñe ty fitroña’ o riakeo, ty figodobo’ o kinerakeo, vaho ty fivoamboaña’ o borizañeo.
8 Yea the dwellers in the uttermost parts have feared at thy tokens, The goings forth of morning and evening, thou causest to shout for joy.
Mampañeveñe o mpimoneñe añ’olon-taneo o vilo’oo; vaho ampirebehe’o ty fionjona’ o maraiñeo naho o haleñeo.
9 Thou hast visited the earth, and made it abound, Abundantly, dost thou enrich it—The channel of God, is full of waters, Thou preparest their corn, Yea, thus, dost thou 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 The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.
Anoe’o lonte soa o hàto’eo, amàta’o o vavahali’eo: lotrahe’o ami’ty ereke, tahie’o ty fitovoa’e.
11 Thou hast set a crown upon thy year of bounty, And, thy tracks, drop fatness;
Sabakae’o ami’ty havokara’o ty taoñe, ampitsopatsopahen-tsolike o oloñolo’oo;
12 Fruitful are the pastures of the wilderness, And, with exultation, the hills do gird themselves.
Mitsiritsioke o fiandrazañe am-patrambeio; vaho misikim-pirebehañe o vohitseo.
13 Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.
Misaroñe biby fiandrazeñe o hivokeo, miravak’ ampemba o vavataneo; mitreñe an-kaehake le misabo.
