Psalms 6

1 To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. — A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.

Ry Iehovà, ko endaha’o ami’ty haviñera’o, le ko mandilo ahy an-keloke.

2 Favour me, O Jehovah, for I [am] weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

Tretrezo, ry Iehovà, fa minike; jangano ry Iehovà fa minevenevetse o taolakoo.

3 And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?

Loho mangebahebake ty troko: Fa Ihe ry Iehovà—hombia?

4 Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.

Mibaliha, ry Iehovà, Hahao ty fiaiko; rombaho ty amy fiferenaiña’o.

5 For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee? (Sheol h7585)

Tsy mahatiahy Azo ty an-kavilasy; ia ty hañandriañ’ Azo an-tsikeokeok’ ao? (Sheol h7585)

6 I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night [on] my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

Mahamàmak’ ahy ty fiñeoñeoko; ampigoribagoribañeko haleñe ty kidoriko, ampitranaheko rano maso ty fandreako.

7 Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

Mitike o masokoo ami’ty haemberako; mihamodo ty amo rafelahy iabio.

8 Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,

Soike ry hene mpanao ratio; fa nahajanjiñe ty feon-tañiko t’Iehovà.

9 Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.

Jinanji’ Iehovà ty halaliko; no’ Iehovà ty filolofako.

10 Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back — ashamed [in] a moment!

Fonga ho salatse naho hangebahebake o rafelahikoo; Ampipolieñe iereo, vaho hiambovoa’ ty fimeñarañe.