Ohabolana 30
1 Ty fitaro’ i Agore, ana’ Ieake: onin-drehake, tinaro’ indatiy am’ Itiele, am’ Itiele naho i Okale:
The words of Agur, the son of Jakeh, even his prophecy; the inspired utterance of the man to Ithiel, even to Ithiel and Ucal.
2 Derendereñe te am’ondaty iabio iraho; tsy amako ty hilala’ ondaty,
Truly I am more stupid than any man; There is not in me the understanding of a man.
3 mbore tsy nianarako ty hihitse, vaho tsy amako ty fahafohinañe i Masiñey.
I have not learned wisdom, Nor have I gained the knowledge of the Most Holy.
4 Ia ty nionjom-b’an-dikerañe mb’eo vaho nizotso? Ia ty nahatontoñe o tiokeo an-taña’e mivokeñe? Ia ty nañolonkoloñe o ranoo an-tsaro’e ao? Ia ty nampijadoñe o hene olon-taneo? Ia ty tahina’e, naho ty tahinan’ana’e? Naho fohi’o!
Who hath gone up into heaven and come down? Who hath gathered the wind in his fists? Who hath bound up the waters in a garment? Who hath established all the ends of the earth? What is his name, and what his son's name, if thou knowest?
5 Fonga niventeñe o tsaran’ Añahareo; ie fikalañe amo mitsolok’ ama’eo.
Every word of God is pure; A shield is he to them that put their trust in him.
6 Ko tovoña’o o tsara’eo, fa ho trevohe’e, vaho ho zoeñe t’ie bodiake.
Add not to his words, Lest he rebuke thee, and thou be found a liar.
7 Roe ty raha ihalaliako ama’o; ko ifoneña’o ampara’ ty hivetrahako:
Two things do I ask of thee; Withhold them not from me, before I die!
8 Ahankaño amako ze vande naho haremborake, le ko atolots’ahy ndra hararahañe ndra varabey, fahano ahy ty anjarako,
Remove far from me falsehood and lies; Give me neither poverty nor riches; Feed me with the food which is needful for me;
9 tsy mone ho vontsin-draho vaho hitety Azo, ami’ty hoe: Ia ze o Iehovà zao? ke ho rarake iraho naho hampikametse, vaho hitera ty tahinan’ Añahareko.
Lest I be full, and deny thee, And say, “Who is the LORD?” Or lest I be poor, and steal, And violate the name of my God.
10 Ko fosà’o ami’ty tompo’e ty mpitoroñe, kera hamatse azo re, vaho ho voa-hakeo irehe.
Talk not against a servant to his master, Lest he curse thee, and thou suffer for it.
11 Eo ty tariratse mitety an-drae, naho tsy mitata rene;
There is a class of men that curse their fathers, And do not bless their mothers.
12 ty taminga malio amo maso’eo fe mboe tsy nisasa ami’ty haleora’e,
There is a class who are pure in their own eyes, And yet are not washed from their filthiness.
13 ty tariratse mievoñevoñe amo maso’eo —akore ty fiandra’ o holi-maso’eo!
There is a class, —O how lofty are their eyes, And how are their eyelids lifted up!
14 Eo ty taminga hanam-pibara ho famotsi’e naho meso ho vaza’e, hampibotsek’ o misotry an-tane atoio, naho o rarake am’ondatio.
There is a class, whose teeth are swords, And their jaw-teeth knives, To devour the poor from off the earth, And the needy from among men.
15 Roe ty anake vave’ ty oletse, ‘meo, meo.’ Telo ty raha mitolom-piereñe: efatse ty tsy mahafivola ty hoe: ‘eneñe izay!’
The vampire hath two daughters; “Give! give!” [[is their cry.]] There are three things which are never satisfied; Yea, four which say not, “Enough!”
16 Tsy mahafivola ty hoe: ‘Soa izay’ ty tsikeokeoke, i beitsiterake, i tane tsy enen-dranoy, vaho ty afo (Sheol h7585)
The underworld, and the barren womb; The earth, which is not satiated with water, And fire, which never saith, “It is enough!” (Sheol h7585)
17 Ty maso miteratera rae, tsy mete avoho-drene, ho tsimohe’ o koàke am-bavataneo, vaho habotse’ ty tsimalaho tora’e.
The eye that mocketh at a father, And scorneth to obey a mother, The ravens of the valley shall pick it out, And the young eagles shall eat it.
18 Telo ty raha loho mahalatsa ahy, efatse ty tsy rendreko;
These three things are too wonderful for me; Yea, there are four which I understand not:
19 ty liam-bantio an-dindiñe eñe, ty lia’ ty mereñe an-damilamy eo, ty lala’ o sambo añivo riakeo, vaho ty sata’ ondaty ami’ty somondrara.
The track of an eagle in the air, The track of a serpent upon a rock, The track of a ship in the midst of the sea, And the track of a man with a maid.
20 Zao ty satan-karapilo: Mihinañe re naho mamò-bava vaho manao ty hoe: ‘Izaho tsy nanao raty.’
Such is the way of an adulterous woman; She eateth, and wipeth her mouth, And saith, “I have done nothing wrong.”
21 Ambane’ raha telo ty mampañezeñezeñe i taney, ambane’ ty efatse re tsy mahaleo:
Under three things is the earth disquieted; Yea, under four it cannot bear up:
22 ambane’ i trètreke t’ie ty mpanjaka, vaho ty dagola, t’ie etsa-kaneñe,
Under a servant when he becometh a king, And a fool when he is filled with bread;
23 ambane’ ty rakemba tsy kokoañe t’ie engaen-dahy, vaho ty anak-ampatañe mandova aman-drakemba’e.
Under an odious woman when she becometh a wife, And a handmaid when she becometh heir to her mistress.
24 Efatse ty raha kede’ ty tane toy, songa mahihitse:
There are four things which are small upon the earth, Yet are they wise, instructed in wisdom.
25 Foko tsy maozatse o vitikeo, fe halankañe’e ami’ty asara ty haneñe;
The ants are a people not strong, Yet they prepare in the summer their food.
26 fifokoa tsy fatratse o trandrakeo, fe mpandranjy traño am-bato ao;
The conies are a feeble people, Yet do they make their houses in the rocks.
27 tsy amam-panjàka o valalao, fe mirodo ki-pirimbo-ki-pirimboñe.
The locusts have no king, Yet do they all go forth in bands.
28 Mete tsepahem-pitàñe ty tsàtsake, f’ie añ’anjombam-panjaka ao.
The lizard seizeth with its hands, And is in king's palaces.
29 Telo ty raha midoegadoega: efatse ty mitoandratoandra:
These three have a graceful step; Yea, four are graceful in their walk:
30 ty liona, ie maozatse amo biby iabio, tsy eo ty itsolofiña’e;
The lion, the hero among beasts, Which turneth not back for any;
31 i akoholahiy, naho ty oselahy, vaho ty mpanjaka miatreke i valobohòn-dahindefo’ey.
The loin-girded war-horse, the he-goat, And a king who cannot be withstood.
32 Naho nanao hagegean-drehe nañonjom-batañe, ke nikilily, le tehafo am-pitàñe ty falie’o.
If thou hast been foolish in lifting thyself up, And hast meditated evil, Put thy hand on thy mouth!
33 Toe miova ho dibera ty ronono trobotroboeñe, naho mahatontom-piantsonañe te komondroeñe, vaho mampiforoforo haviñerañe t’ie troboeñe.
For, as the pressing of milk bringeth forth cheese, And as the pressing of the nose bringeth forth blood, So the pressing of anger bringeth forth strife.
