Salamo 58
1 Toe mitaron-kavantañañe hao t’ie mitsiñe? mizaka an-kahiti’e hao, ry ana’ ondatio?
To the Chief Musician. "Do not Destroy." A precious Psalm, of David. Are ye, indeed, silent [when] righteousness, ye should speak? When, with equity, ye should judge, O ye sons of men?
2 Hete, te mone hatsivokarañe ty itoloña’areo an-troke ao; lanjae’ areo amy taney o fitavanam-pità’areoo.
Aye! ye all do work, perversity, —Throughout the land, your hands, weigh out, violence!
3 Amoean-kovin-drene’e ty lo-tsereke, mañariok’ añe vata’e miboloañe ty mpivolam-bande.
Lawless men have been estranged from birth, They have gone astray from their nativity, speaking falsehood;
4 Hoe vorem-pandrefe’ala ty vore’ iareo, manahake o meren-kareñeñe manentsen-tsofiñeo,
Their poison, is like unto the poison of a serpent, Like the deaf adder, that stoppeth his ear;
5 tsy hahatsanoña’e ty fikoràn’ambiasa ndra ty pandrombo-jiny bey.
That will not hearken to the voice of whisperers, Though the wise one try to bind him with spells.
6 Ry Andrianañahare, rofoto am-bava’e ao o nife’eo, atrankaño ty famotsi’ o liona tora’eo, ry Iehovà
O God! break away their teeth in their mouth, The biters of the young lions, knock thou out, O Yahweh!
7 Angao hisaok’ añe iereo hoe rano vohitse; Lonik’abey te ho zoeñe domoke o ama-paleo t’ie mañohatse o fale’eo.
Let such men flow away like waters that disperse themselves: He prepareth his arrow, Like [grass] let them be cut down:
8 Lonike t’ie hanahake ty harevo’ o sifotse mihamodo te misitseo, hoe ajaja miboloañe tsy mahatrea i àndroy.
Like a snail, which melteth away as it goeth, An untimely birth of a woman, which hath not seen the sun:
9 Aolo te hahamae valàñe o afom-patikeo, le fonga ho faohe’e an-talìo ty leñe naho ty mibebañe,
Before your kettles can perceive the [kindled] bramble, Be he green or be he withered, he shall be swept away.
10 Hirebeke o vañoñeo te mahaisake i famaleañey, ho sasà’e an-dio’ o tsivokatseo o fandia’eo
The righteous man will rejoice when he hath seen an avenging, His feet, will he bathe in the blood of the lawless one: —
11 Vaho hanao ty hoe ondatio: Toe tsy ho po-tambe o vantañeo; toe eo t’i Andrianañahare mizaka an-tane atoy.
So that a son of earth may say—Surely there is fruit for the righteous man! Surely there are gods who judge in the earth!
