Salamo 55
1 Janjiño o filolohakoo ry Andrianañahare; ko mietak’ amo halalikoo.
To the Overseer with stringed instruments. — An instruction, by David. Give ear, O God, [to] my prayer, And hide not from my supplication.
2 Haoño iraho, le toiño; ie tsitoboboly am-pitoreoko, toe miñeoñeoñe avao
Attend to me, and answer me, I mourn in my (meditation) and make a noise,
3 ty amy feon-drafelahikoy, ami’ty fanindria’ o lo-tserekeo, ie mametsa-kasosorañe; vaho am-piloroloroañe ty atreatré’ iareo ahy.
Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me.
4 Miola ty an-troko ao, vaho midoiñ’ amako ty fangebahebàn-kavilasy.
My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me.
5 Midoñ’amako ty firevendreveñañe naho ty fihondrahondràñe, vaho opoe’ ty anifañe.
Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me.
6 Hoe raho: Ee te nanañ’ elatse hoe deho! le ho nitiliñe añe vaho nitofa;
And I say, 'Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest,
7 Eka, ho niherereake mb’eo, ho nañialo am-patrambey añe. Selà
Lo, I move far off, I lodge in a wilderness. (Selah)
8 Ho nifiotse mb’am-pipalirako mb’eo, ty ami’ty tio-bey naho ty afo-rano.
I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.
9 Votemboteo ry Talè, tseraho ty famele’ iareo, fa nahatrea piaroteñe naho fiolañe an-drova ao iraho.
Swallow up, O Lord, divide their tongue, For I saw violence and strife in a city.
10 Handro an-kaleñe iereo ro mitingatinga ambone kijoly ey, añivo’e ao ty hatsivokarañe naho fikitrohan-draty.
By day and by night they go round it, on its walls. Both iniquity and perverseness [are] in its midst,
11 Firotsahañe ty añivo’e ao, tsy mienga o kiririsa’eo ty joy naho ty fìtake.
Mischiefs [are] in its midst. Fraud and deceit depart not from its street.
12 Tsy t’ie rafelahy te mañìnje ahy, fa ho nileoko, tsy t’ie mpalaiñ’ ahy te itoabora’e, fa ho nietahako.
For an enemy reproacheth me not, or I bear [it], He who is hating me Hath not magnified himself against me, Or I hide from him.
13 Te mone ihe, rahambako, mpiamako naho rañeko,
But thou, a man — as mine equal, My familiar friend, and mine acquaintance.
14 nimamy ty fifañohahòhan-tika, mbore nitrao-pivovotse amy màroy mb’añ’anjomban’ Añahare mb’eo.
When together we sweeten counsel, Into the house of God we walk in company.
15 Ee t’ie ho fañahieñe mb’am-pihomaham-beo, agodoño veloñe an-tsikeokeok’ ao; amy te an-kaloloañe ao ty kiboho’e; añivo’e ao. (Sheol h7585)
Desolations [are] upon them, They go down [to] Sheol — alive, For wickedness [is] in their dwelling, in their midst. (Sheol h7585)
16 Aa naho izaho, ho kanjieko t’Andrianañahare; vaho handrombak’ ahy t’Iehovà.
I — to God I call, and Jehovah saveth me.
17 Hariva naho handro vaho an-tsipinde ty hitoreovako naho hiñeoñeoñe; vaho ho janji’e ty feoko.
Evening, and morning, and noon, I meditate, and make a noise, and He heareth my voice,
18 Hijebaña’e an-kanintsiñe amy fifandraparapahañe amakoy.
He hath ransomed in peace my soul From him who is near to me, For with the multitude they were with me.
19 Hijanjiñe t’i Andrianañahare vaho ho toiñe’e iareo; I miambesatse am-piambesa’e haehaey, Selà toe tsy miova iareo, tsy mañeveñe aman’ Añahare.
God doth hear and afflict them, And He sitteth of old. (Selah) Because they have no changes, and fear not God,
20 F’ie mañonjo-haoke hañatreatre amo nifampilongo ama’eo, ie nifotetse amy fañina’ey,
He hath sent forth his hands against his well-wishers, He hath polluted his covenant.
21 Nalama te amo solikeo o entam-palie’eo fe aly avao ty añ’ arofo’e ao; nalea ta o menakeo o saontsi’eo, te mone fibara napontsoañe.
Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart [is] war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they [are] drawn [swords].
22 Apoho am’ Iehovà o kilanka’oo, le ho tohaña’e; tsy hado’e higavingaviñe o vantañeo.
Cast on Jehovah that which He hath given thee, And He doth sustain thee, He doth not suffer for ever the moving of the righteous.
23 F’ihe ry Andrianañahare: ro hampijoroboñ’ iareo an-kobon-dalek’ao; tsy hiveloma’ ondaty mampiori-dio naho mamañahio, ty an-tsasa’ o andro’eo, fa naho izaho, Ihe ro hiatoako.
And Thou, O God, dost bring them down To a pit of destruction, Men of blood and deceit reach not to half their days, And I — I do trust in Thee!
