Salamo 39

1 Hoe iraho: Hambenako o lalakoo, tsy mone handilatse an-delako. hampidiñeko an-daboridy ty vavako ie añatrefako eo o lo-tserekeo.

To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a muzzle, while the wicked is before me.

2 Nimoañe iraho naho nitsiñe, nijomohòñe, ndra ami’ty soa, fe nanjeke avao ty haloviloviako.

I was dumb with silence, I held my peace from good; and my sorrow was stirred.

3 Mitsovovoke ty an-troko ao, miforehetse i afoy te mitsakore, vaho hoe ty fivolan-delako:

My heart burned within me; the fire was kindled in my musing: I spoke with my tongue,

4 Ry Iehovà, ampandrendreho ahy ty figadoñako, naho ty zehe’ o androkoo—te ino, ampaharofoano ahy ty habori’ o havelokoo.

Make me to know, Jehovah, mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is: I shall know how frail I am.

5 Hehe te nanoe’o an-jehe o androkoo, vaho tsy vente ama’o o taokoo; toe songa hoe kofòke avao ndra te añoñ’ay t’indaty. Selà

Behold, thou hast made my days [as] hand-breadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before thee; verily, every man, [even] the high placed, is altogether vanity. (Selah)

6 Manao firiorion-talinjo ondatio, tsy vente’e ty fihepakepaha’e, hampitoabotoàbotse vara, fe nofi’e ty hangoroñ’ aze.

Verily, man walketh in a vain show; verily they are disquieted in vain; he heapeth up [riches], and knoweth not who shall gather them.

7 Aa inom-bao, ry Talè, ty liñisako henaneo? Ama’o ty fitamàko.

And now, what wait I for, Lord? my hope is in thee.

8 Hahao amo fonga fiolàkoo, ko salare’o amo seretseo.

Deliver me from all my transgressions; make me not the reproach of the foolish.

9 Fa mijomohòn-draho tsy manoka-bava; amy te Ihe ty nanao izay.

I was dumb, I opened not my mouth; for thou hast done [it].

10 Afaho amako ty angorosi’o; tomontoñe iraho ty amy fanindriam-pità’oy.

Remove thy stroke away from me: I am consumed by the blow of thy hand.

11 Añ’endake ty andilova’o ondatio ty amo tahi’eo, momohe’o hoe fizara o fisengea’eo. Toe songa kofòke avao ondatio.

When thou with rebukes dost correct a man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely, every man is vanity. (Selah)

12 Janjiño o halalikoo ry Iehovà, vaho toloro ravembia o fitoreoko. Ko mianjiñe ty amo ranomasokoo, fa ambahiny ama’o iraho, renetane manahak’ an-droaeko iaby.

Hear my prayer, Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; be not silent at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, a sojourner, like all my fathers.

13 Atoliho tsy hisamba’o ahy, hisomilahako, aolo’ ty fiengako tsy ho eo ka.

Look away from me, and let me recover strength, before I go hence and be no more.