Psalms 108

1 A song, a psalm of David. My heart is fixed, God; I will sing, yes, I will sing praises also with my honored heart.

Migahiñe ty troko, ry Andrianañahare, hisaboako; handrengeako, eka, boak’ añovako ao.

2 Wake up, lute and harp; I will wake up the dawn.

Mibarakaoha ry valiha naho jejo-bory! hitsekafako ty manjirik’ andro.

3 I will give thanks to you, Yahweh, among the peoples; I will sing praises to you among the nations.

Hañandriañe Azo iraho ry Iehovà, añivo’ o fifeheañeo; ho rengeko an-tsabo aivo’ ondatio.

4 For your covenant faithfulness is great above the heavens; and your trustworthiness reaches to the skies.

Amy te abo te amy likerañe eñey ty fiferenaiña’o; vaho mb’an-drahoñe ey ty figahiña’o.

5 Be exalted, God, above the heavens, and may your glory be exalted over all the earth.

Mionjona! ry Andrianañahare, mb’andindìn-dikerañe añe, naho ty enge’o mb’ ambone’ ty tane toy.

6 So that those you love may be rescued, rescue us with your right hand and answer me.

Soa te hahàñe o kokoa’oo, rombaho am-pità’o havana, vaho toiño iraho.

7 God has spoken in his holiness; “I will rejoice; I will divide Shechem and apportion out the Valley of Succoth.

Nitsara ami’ty hamasiña’e t’i Andrianañahare: Hitreñe iraho, ho zaraeko ty Sekeme ho tsahareko ty vavatane’ i Sokote.

8 Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine; Ephraim also is my helmet; Judah is my scepter.

Ahy t’i Gilade, Ahiko t’i Menasè; naho fikalan-dohako t’i Efraime, vaho kobaiko t’Iehodà;

9 Moab is my washbasin; over Edom I will throw my shoe; I will shout in triumph because of Philistia.

Sajoa fisasàko t’i Moabe, apoko amy Edome ty hànako; ambone’ i Pilistý ey ty hitreñako.

10 Who will bring me into the strong city? Who will lead me to Edom?”

Ia ty hinday ahy mb’amy rova fatratsey ao? Ia ty hiaolo ahy mb’ Edome mb’eo?

11 God, have you not rejected us? You do not go into battle with our army.

Fa naforintse’o hao zahay, ry Andrianañahare? Tsy hitraofe’o fionjoñe hao o lahin-defo’aio, ry Andrianañahare?

12 Give us help against the enemy, for man's help is futile.

Ehe oloro amo rafelahio, fa tsy vente’e ty fandrombaha’ ondatio.

13 We will triumph with God's help; he will trample down our enemies.

Hampanjofak’anay t’i Andrianañahare, ie ty handialia o rafelahi’aio.