Salamo 40
1 Nitamàko am-pahaliñisañe t’Iehovà, le nitokilaña’e, vaho jinanji’e ty fitoreoko.
To the Chief Musician. David’s. A Melody. I waited patiently for Yahweh, —And he inclined, unto me, and heard my cry for help;
2 Naaka’e an-koboñe namparikoriko, naho boak’ an-dietse nipaletroke, vaho nampitongoà’e ambone lamilamy eo o tombokoo; le nalaha’e o liakoo.
So he brought me up, Out of the destroying pit, Out of the swampy mire, —And set, upon a cliff, my feet, Making firm my steps:
3 Napo’e am-bavako ao ty sabo vao, fijejoañe aman’Añaharen-tikañe; maro ty hahaoniñe le hañeveñe, vaho hitsolok’ am’ Iehovà.
Then put he, into my mouth, a new song, Praise to our God, —Many shall see and revere, And shall trust in Yahweh.
4 Haha ty manao Iehovà ho fiatoa’e, naho tsy mitolike mb’amo mpirengevokeo, vaho tsy mitsile mb’an-dremborake.
How happy the man, Who hath made Yahweh his confidence, who hath not turned unto the haughty, nor gone aside unto falsehood.
5 Maro, ry Iehovà Andrianañahareko, o fitoloña’o fanjàkao, naho ty fivetsevetse’o anay, tsy eo ty mañirinkiriñe Azo! Naho nitaroñeko naho nilañoneko, mbe mandikoatse ze mete ho talilieñe.
Mighty things, hast thou done—Thou, Yahweh my God, Thy wonderful doings and thy purposes towards us, There is no setting them in order unto thee—I would tell, and would speak!—They are too great to rehearse.
6 Tsy mahafale Azo o soroñeo naho o enga-mahakamao; sinoka’o o sofikoo; tsy nipaia’o ty engan-kolorañe ndra ty engan-kakeo.
Sacrifice and meal-offering, thou didst not delight in, Ears, didst thou pierce for me, —Ascending-sacrifice and sin-bearer, thou didst not ask:
7 Le hoe raho: Intoy iraho, homb’eo, fa nisokireñe am-boke-pelek’ ao;
Then, said I—Lo! I am come, In the written scroll, is it prescribed for me;
8 Noko, ry Andrianañahareko, ty mitoloñe amo satrin’arofo’oo; eka, an-troko ato o Tsara’oo.
To do thy good-pleasure, O my God, is my delight, And, thy law, is in the midst of mine inward parts:
9 Fa nitaroneko am-pivori-bey ao ty talily soan-kavantañañe; tsy ho sebañeko o soñikoo, ry Iehovà, Ihe ro maharofoanañe.
I have told the good-tidings of righteousness in a great convocation, Lo! my lips, do I not restrain, O Yahweh, thou, knowest:
10 Tsy naetako an-troko ao ty havantaña’o; fa nitaroñeko ty figahiña’o naho ty fandrombaha’o; vaho tsy nakafiko amy fivori-beiy ty fiferenaiña’o naho ty hatò’o.
Thy righteousness, have I not hid in the midst of my heart, Thy faithfulness and thy salvation, have I spoken, I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truthfulness from the great convocation.
11 Ry Iehovà ko hazoñeñ’ amako ty fitretreza’o; añaro ahy nainai’e ty fiferenaiña’o naho ty hatò’o.
Thou, O Yahweh, wilt not restrain thy compassions from me, Thy lovingkindness and thy truthfulness, shall continually watch over me.
12 Miarikoboñe ahy ty haratiañe tsifotofoto; miambotrak’ amako o hakeokoo, le tsy mahafiandra, ie maro te amo volon-dohakoo, vaho milesa ty troko.
For there have closed in upon me, misfortunes beyond number, Mine iniquities have overtaken me, and I cannot see, They have become more than the hairs of my head, And, my courage, hath forsaken me!
13 Ho no’o abey ry Iehovà ty hamotsotse ahy; malisà ry Iehovà hañolotse ahy,
Be pleased, O Yahweh, to rescue me, O Yahweh! to help me, make haste!
14 Le aharò salareñe naho meñareñe o mipay ty fiaiko hasintake; ampiamboho vaho injeo o te hijoy ahio.
Let them turn pale and then at once blush, who are seeking my life to snatch it away, —Let them draw back, and be confounded, who are taking pleasure in my calamity;
15 Ehe ampidabao an-kenatse ze manao amako ty hoe: Hiy! Hiy!
Let them be astonished on account of their own shame, who are saying of me, Aha! Aha!
16 Hirebeke naho hifale ze mipay Azo, vaho hitolon-kanao ty hoe o mpitea i fandrombaha’oio: Onjoneñe t’Iehovà. 17 Aa kanao rarake naho misotry iraho, ee t’ie ho vetsevetse’ i Talè; Ihe ro mpañimba naho mpañaha ahy, ry Andrianañahareko; ko mihenekeneke.
Let all them be glad and rejoice in thee, who are seekers of thee. Let them say continually—Yahweh be magnified! who are lovers of thy salvation.
But, I, being oppressed and needy, May My Lord devise for me, —My help and my deliverer, thou art! O my God, do not tarry!
