Salamo 7
1 Ry Iehovà Andrianañahareko, Ihe ro fitsolohako, avotsoro amo mañoridañe ahikoo, le hahao;
A Shiggaion of David, which he sang to the Lord about Cush, the Benjamite. Lord my God, I take refuge in you. Deliver me, save me from all who pursue me;
2 Tsy mone ho ritaritae’e hoe liona ty fiaiko, hirofodrofota’e tsy amam-pañolotse.
or like lions they will tear me to pieces, and rend me, past hope of rescue.
3 Ry Iehovà Andrianañahareko, naho nanoeko zao: lehe an-tañako ty hatsivokarañe,
Lord, my God, if my life has been such if my hands have been stained with guilt,
4 naho vinaleko haratiañe ty rañeko; (hera) nivoloseko tsy amam-poto’e ty nañembets’ ahy;
if friends I paid back with evil, if I plundered my foes without cause,
5 Le ho hotrohe’ ty rafelahiko, hiambotraha’e; ho lialià’e an-tane ty haveloko, vaho hado’e an-debok’ ao ty engeko. Selà
may the enemy chase and find me, trample my life to the ground, my honour leave in the dirt! (Selah)
6 Miongaha, ry Iehovà, an-kaviñera’o, miavota ty amo fitrotrofiaha’ o rafelahikoo. mivañona ty amako amy zaka kinoi’oy.
Arise, Lord, in anger, against my foes rise in fury. Awake for my help: let justice be done.
7 Hiarikatok’ ama’o ty fivori’ ondatio, vaho mibaliha hifehea’o boak’añ’abo ey.
Gather the nations about you, and sit on your lofty throne,
8 Ry Iehovà Mpizaka o kilakila ‘ndatio; zakao iraho ry Iehovà, ty amy havantañako naho ty havañonako an-trok’ ao.
as the Lord, the judge of the peoples. Judge me, Lord, in my innocence and according to my integrity.
9 Hijihetse ty haratia’ o lo-tserekeo naho hajado’o o vañoñeo, fa mpitsòke arofo naho ova t’i Andrianañahare vantañe.
Put an end to the wrong of the wicked, protect the righteous. Searcher of hearts and minds, righteous God.
10 Aman’Añahare ao ty fikalako Ie mpandrombake o vañon-trokeo.
God is my shield: he saves the upright in heart.
11 Mpizaka to t’i Andrianañahare, Eka, torifike boak’ andro t’i Andrianañahare;
God is a just judge, constant in righteous anger.
12 Aa naho tsy mimpoly t’indaty: le ho sioña’e i fibara’ey; fa navoho’e ty fale’e vaho nihajarie’e;
He will sharpen his sword without fail, his bow is bent and ready,
13 Fa nihentseñe’e fialiañe mahafate, ampibelabelae’ afo o ana-pàle’eo.
his deadly weapons are ready, his arrows he makes of flame.
14 Hehe t’ie tsongoen-tsihavokarañe, ie nampiareñe kilily vaho hiterake i remborake;
The enemy who conceives evil; pregnant with mischief, giving birth to lies,
15 Nihaly kobon-dre naho nampigorabahe’e, vaho tafajorobo amy hinali’ey.
a pit they have made and dug; but into the hole that they made they will fall.
16 Toe hibalik’ an-doha’e avao ty fikitroha’e raty, vaho hivotrak’ an-kevo’e eo i nandovia’ey.
On their own heads their mischief comes back; on their own skulls their violence comes down.
17 Andriañeko t’Iehovà ty amy havantaña’ey, ho bangoeko an-tsabo ty tahina’ Iehovà Andindimoneñe.
I will give thanks to the Lord for his justice, and sing to the name of the Lord Most High.
