Psalms 138

1 `To Dauith him silf. Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee in al myn herte; for thou herdist the wordis of my mouth. Mi God, Y schal singe to thee in the siyt of aungels;

Sabo’ i Davide Andriañeko irehe ry Iehovà, an-kaliforan-troke, ho saboeko añatrefa’ o jomakeo.

2 Y schal worschipe to thin hooli temple, and Y schal knouleche to thi name. On thi merci and thi treuthe; for thou hast magnefied thin hooli name aboue al thing.

Mibotreke mb’amy anjomba’o miavakey raho naho mibango ty tahina’o ty amy fiferenaiña’o naho ty hatò’o, amy te nonjone’o i tsara’oy, i tahina’oy ambone’ ze he’e.

3 In what euere dai Y schal inwardli clepe thee, here thou me; thou schalt multipli vertu in my soule.

Nanoiñe ahiko irehe amy andro nitokavekoy; nosihe’o an-kaozarañe ty fiaiko.

4 Lord, alle the kingis of erthe knouleche to thee; for thei herden alle the wordis of thi mouth.

Hañandriañ’ Azo ze hene mpanjaka’ ty tane toy, r’Iehovà, naho janjiñe’iereo o entam-palie’oo.

5 And singe thei in the weies of the Lord; for the glorie of the Lord is greet.

Ho saboe’ iereo o lala’ Iehovào, fa ra’elahy ty enge’ Iehovà.

6 For the Lord is hiy, and biholdith meke thingis; and knowith afer hiy thingis.

Ndra te onjoneñe t’Iehovà, mbe haoñe’e ty mireke, le arofoana’e o mpirengevokeo.

7 If Y schal go in the myddil of tribulacioun, thou schalt quikene me; and thou stretchidist forth thin hond on the ire of myn enemyes, and thi riyt hond made me saaf.

Ndra t’ie manjenge añivo’ o faloviloviañeo, Ihe ro mameloñe ahiko, atorakitsi’o mb’ami’ty haboseha’ o rafelahikoo ty fità’o, vaho mandrombak’ahy ty fità’o havana.

8 The Lord schal yelde for me, Lord, thi merci is with outen ende; dispise thou not the werkis of thin hondis.

Ho henefe’ Iehovà ty nisafirie’e ho ahy, nainai’e, ry Iehovà ty fiferenaiña’o, ko ado’o o tolom-pità’oo.