Salamo 30
1 Honjoneko irehe ry Iehovà, ami’ty nañongaha’o ahy, vaho tsy napo’o hitohàke amako o rafelahikoo.
For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you, O Lord; for you have lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.
2 Ry Iehovà, Andrianañahareko, nitoreovako le jinanga’o;
O Lord my God, I cried to you, and you did heal me.
3 Ry Iehovà, naonjo’o boak’ an-tsikeokeok’ ao ty fiaiko; nahatam-beloñe ahy irehe tsy hizotsoako mb’an-koboñe ao. (Sheol h7585)
O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Hades, you have delivered me from [amongst] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sabò t’Iehovà, ry ondaty noro’eo, andriaño i tahina’e masiñey.
Sing to the Lord, you his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.
5 Amy te aniany avao ty haviñera’e, pak’an-kaveloñe heneke ty fañosiha’e; mete mahaporea’ ty maraindray ty firovetañe, fe ho tendreke maraiñe ty firebehañe.
For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favour: weeping shall wait for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.
6 Le hoe iraho, te niraorao: tsim-bia hasiotse.
And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
7 Ry Iehovà, ty fañisoha’o ro nampijadoña’o i vohikoy; ie naeta’o ty lahara’o le nimarimarike.
O Lord, in your good pleasure you did add strength to my beauty: but you did turn away your face, and I was troubled.
8 Ihe ry Iehovà ty nikoihako, naho i Talè ty nihalaliako;
To you, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.
9 Ino ty tombo’e amo liokoo, t’ie higodoñe mb’an-koboñe ao? Hibango Azo hao o debokeo? Ho talilie’e hao ty figahiña’o?
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to you? or shall it declare your truth?
10 Janjiño ry Iehovà, le tretrezo iraho, ry Iehovà, vaho imbao!
The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.
11 Nafote’o ho tsinjake o fandalakoo; hinalo’o amako o gonikoo, vaho sinaro’o hafaleañe,
You have turned my mourning into joy for me: you have tore off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
12 Soa te hisabo Azo ty engeko le tsy hitsiñe; Ry Iehovà, Andrianañahareko, handriañeko nainai’e.
that my glory may sing praise to you, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.
