Ohabolana 9
1 Fa nandranjy i akiba’ey t’i Hihitse, fa rinamerame’e i faha’e fito rey.
Wisdom hath built herself a house, she hath hewn her out seven pillars.
2 Fa nandenta, fa linaro’e ty divai’e, fa hinalanka’e i fandambaña’ey.
She hath slain her victims, mingled her wine, and set forth her table.
3 Fa nirahe’e o anak’ampata’eo, hikaike boak’ an-digiligin-kaboa’ i rovay ey.
She hath sent her maids to invite to the tower, and to the walls of the city:
4 O ry tahitahiñe, mitsilea mb’etoa! le hoe re amy seretsey,
Whosoever is a little one, let him come to me. And to the unwise she said:
5 Mb’etoa ikamao o hanekoo naho inomo i divay linarokoy,
Come, eat my bread, and drink the wine which I have mingled for you.
6 Apoho ty hagegeañe naho miveloma, mañaveloa an-dalan-kilala.
Forsake childishness, and live, and walk by the ways of prudence.
7 Mizò inje ty mañendake mpanivetive; tendreke joy ty mitrevoke ty lo-tsereke.
He that teacheth a scorner, doth an injury to himself: and he that rebuketh a wicked man, getteth himself a blot.
8 Ko mañendake ty mpamokafoka hera halaiñ’azo; Trevohe’o ty mahihitse le hikokoa’e.
Rebuke not a scorner lest he hate thee. Rebuke a wise man, and he will love thee.
9 Anaro o mahihitseo le hiha-mahihitse avao; ampandrendreho ty vantañe le hitombo an-kilala.
Give an occasion to a wise man, and wisdom shall be added to him. Teach a just man, and he shall make haste to receive it.
10 Ty fañeveñañe am’ Iehovà ro fifotoran-kihitse, vaho ty fahafohinañe i Masiñey ro faharendrehañe.
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is prudence.
11 Izaho ty fampitomboañe o andro’oo, fampitompeañe taoñe o havelo’oo.
For by me shall thy days be multiplied, and years of life shall be added to thee.
12 Ie mahihitse, hañimbañ’ azo i hihitsey; Ihe manivetive ty hivave izay.
If thou be wise, thou shalt be so to thyself: and if a scorner, thou alone shalt bear the evil.
13 Mamantsiñe ty rakemba gege, ie tsotra tsy mahafohin-draha,
A foolish woman and clamorous, and full of allurements, and knowing nothing at all,
14 Mitobok’ an-dalam-bein-akiba’e eo, am-pitobohañe amo haboa’ i rovaio,
Sat at the door of her house, upon a seat, in a high place of the city,
15 mikaike ze miary eo, amo mañavelo an-kavantañañeo:
To call them that pass by the way, and go on their journey:
16 O ry trentrañeo, mitsilea mb’etoa! le hoe re amy tsy aman-kilalay:
He that is a little one, let him turn to me. And to the fool she said:
17 Mamy ty rano nikamereñe, vaho mafiry ty mofo kamaeñe añ’etak’ ao.
Stolen waters are sweeter, and hid den bread is more pleasant.
