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 ascents. Of David. O Lord, my heart is not haughty, my eyes are not lofty, I walk not among great things, 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.

Yes, I have soothed and stilled myself, like a young child on his mother’s lap; like a young child am I.

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

O Israel, hope in the Lord from now and for evermore.