Salamo 120

1 Izaho niampoheke, le nikanjy Iehovà, vaho tinoi’e.

A song of degrees. I called vnto the Lord in my trouble, and hee heard me.

2 O ry Iehovà, apitsoho an-tsoñin-dremborake ty fiaiko, boak’ ami’ty lela mamañahy.

Deliuer my soule, O Lord, from lying lippes, and from a deceitfull tongue.

3 Inon-ty homeañ’ azo, ino ka ty hanoeñe ama’o ty lela letra’e tia?

What doeth thy deceitfull tongue bring vnto thee? or what doeth it auaile thee?

4 ana-pale masiom-panalolahy, naho forohan’ andrabey!

It is as the sharpe arrowes of a mightie man, and as the coales of iuniper.

5 Hankàñe amako te mañialo e Mèseke añe, naho ty fimoneñako an-kiboho’ i Kedàre ao!

Woe is to me that I remaine in Meschech, and dwell in the tentes of Kedar.

6 Loho hatr’ela’e ty nitraofam-piaiko ami’ty kivoho’ o malaim-pilongoañeo.

My soule hath too long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

7 Toe mpitea filongoan-draho; fa ie ivolañako, aly avao ty onjone’ iereo.

I seeke peace, and when I speake thereof, they are bent to warre.