Psalms 65
1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. A song. Praise waits for you, God, in Zion. Vows shall be performed to you.
Mitamà azo e Tsiône ao ty sabo, ry Andrianañahare: vaho ama’o ty ifantàñe.
2 You who hear prayer, all men will come to you.
O ry Mpijanjin-kalaly, mitontoñe ama’o ze kila sandriñe.
3 Sins overwhelmed me, but you atoned for our transgressions.
Maozatse te amako o sata tsi-vokatseo, f’ie ty hanao fijebañañe ho amo fandilara’aio.
4 Blessed is the one whom you choose and cause to come near, that he may live in your courts. We will be filled with the goodness of your house, your holy 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 awesome deeds of righteousness, you answer us, God of our salvation. You who are the hope of all the ends of the earth, of those who are far away on the sea.
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 By your power, you form the mountains, having armed yourself with strength.
Ie ami’ty haozara’o ro nampijadoñe o vohitse misadia hafatrarañeo;
7 You still the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the turmoil of the nations.
Ihe ro mampitsiñe ty fitroña’ o riakeo, ty figodobo’ o kinerakeo, vaho ty fivoamboaña’ o borizañeo.
8 They also who dwell in faraway places are afraid at your wonders. You call the morning’s dawn and the evening with songs of joy.
Mampañeveñe o mpimoneñe añ’olon-taneo o vilo’oo; vaho ampirebehe’o ty fionjona’ o maraiñeo naho o haleñeo.
9 You visit the earth, and water it. You greatly enrich it. The river of God is full of water. You provide them grain, for so you have ordained 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 You drench its furrows. You level its ridges. You soften it with showers. You bless it with a crop.
Anoe’o lonte soa o hàto’eo, amàta’o o vavahali’eo: lotrahe’o ami’ty ereke, tahie’o ty fitovoa’e.
11 You crown the year with your bounty. Your carts overflow with abundance.
Sabakae’o ami’ty havokara’o ty taoñe, ampitsopatsopahen-tsolike o oloñolo’oo;
12 The wilderness grasslands overflow. The hills are clothed with gladness.
Mitsiritsioke o fiandrazañe am-patrambeio; vaho misikim-pirebehañe o vohitseo.
13 The pastures are covered with flocks. The valleys also are clothed with grain. They shout for joy! They also sing.
Misaroñe biby fiandrazeñe o hivokeo, miravak’ ampemba o vavataneo; mitreñe an-kaehake le misabo.
