Salamo 131

1 Sabom-Pionjonañe, a i Davide Ry Iehovà, tsy mirenge ty troko, tsy miandra o masokoo; tsy ahoako o raha loho jabajabao, vaho ze loho sarots’ amako.

A Song of degrees. Of David. Jehovah, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty; neither do I exercise myself in great matters, and in things too wonderful for me.

2 Toe nampipendreñe naho nampitsiñe ty fiaiko iraho, manahake ty ajaja notaen-drene’e, ie hoe ajaja maota ty fiaiko.

Surely I have restrained and composed my soul, like a weaned child with its mother: my soul within me is as a weaned child.

3 O ry Israeleo, itamao t’Iehovà henane zao vaho nainai’e.

Let Israel hope in Jehovah, from henceforth and for evermore.