Salamo 11

1 Ho an’ ny mpiventy hira. Nataon’ i Davida.

“To the chief musician, by David.” In the Lord have I put my trust: how can ye say to my soul, Flee to your mountain as a bird?

2 Fa, indro, ny ratsy fanahy manenjana ny tsipìkany; efa nanamboatra ny zana-tsipìkany eo amin’ ny kofehy izy, nikendry tao amin’ ny maizina hitifitra ny mahitsy fo.

For lo, the wicked bend their bow, they arrange their arrow upon the string, to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart.

3 Fa rava ny fanorenana, ka inona indray no azon’ ny marina atao?

For [if] the foundations be torn down, what can the righteous do?

4 Jehovah dia ao amin’ ny tempoliny masìna, ny seza fiandrianan’ i Jehovah dia any an-danitra; ny masony mijery, eny, ny hodi-masony mizaha toetra ny zanak’ olombelona.

The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord hath his throne in the heavens, his eyes behold, his eyelids prove, the children of men.

5 Jehovah mizaha toetra ny marina; fa ny ratsy fanahy sy ny mifaly hampidi-doza dia samy halan’ ny fanahiny.

The Lord proveth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

6 Handatsaka fandrika amin’ ny ratsy fanahy Izy tahaka ny fandatsaka ranonorana; afo sy solifara ary rivo-mahamay no ho anjara kapoakany.

He letteth rain upon the wicked burning coals, fire and brimstone; and a glowing wind is the portion of their cup.

7 Fa marina Jehovah, ka fahamarinana no tiany; ny mahitsy no hahita ny tavany.

For righteous is the Lord, he loveth righteousness: his countenance doth behold the upright.