Salamo 64

1 Janjiño ty feoko, ry Andrianañahare, ami’ty fitreontreoñako; ambeno ty fiaiko ami’ty fihembaña’e o rafelahio.

“To the chief musician, a psalm of David.” Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint: preserve my life from the dread of the enemy.

2 Aetaho iraho ami’ty fikililia’ o tsivokatseo; amo fikitrohan-drati’ o lo-tserekeo.

Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous assault of the workers of wickedness;

3 O maniom-pameleke hoe fibara vaho mañohatse entam-bola-mafaitse hoe t’ie ana-pale,

Who whet their tongue like a sword, who aim with their arrow, the bitter word:

4 hañohara’ iareo añ’etake ty vañoñe; tifire’iereo amy zao tsy aman-tahotse.

To shoot in secret at the innocent; suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

5 Mifañosike t’ie mikitroke, mikinia hampibitrotse fandri-bo añ’etake, ami’ty hoe: Ia ty hahaisake?

They encourage themselves in an evil plan; they tell secretly of laying snares: they say, Who will see them?

6 Tsikarahe’ iereo ze tsihavokarañe, Fa nañeneke safiry soa lahatse. Toe miheotse ty añ’ova’ ondaty ao, naho ty arofo’e.

They search out iniquities; “We are ready with the carefully searched out device:” and the inward thought and heart of each is deeply [hidden].

7 F’ie hañiririan’ Añahare ana-pale aniany avao le ho fere

But God shooteth at them suddenly [his] arrow; —[thence] are come their wounds.

8 hampitsikapy iareo; sesehe’ o famele’iareo avao, songa mibioñe añe ty mahaisake iareo.

And their own tongues will stumble over themselves: all that look on them will shake their head.

9 Le hene hirevendreveñe ondatio, hitalily o fitoloñan’ Añahareo vaho hañarahara o tolon-draha’eo.

All men shall fear, and shall declare the deeds of God, and understand his works.

10 Hifale am’ Iehovà o vantañeo, hipalitse ama’e; vaho hene handrenge aze o mahity añ’arofoo.

The righteous shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glorify themselves.