Salamo 92
1 Soa ty mañandriañe Iehovà, ty misabo vaho mibango o tahina’oo ry Andindimoneñey,
A Psalm. — A Song for the sabbath-day. Good to give thanks to Jehovah, And to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High,
2 ty hitalily ty fiferenaiña’o boa’maraiñe; naho ty figahiña’o an-kaleñe,
To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.
3 ami’ty marovany folo-taly, naho ami’ty mandalina, vaho ami’ty fandrimotam-peon-jejo-bory.
On ten strings and on psaltery, On (higgaion) with harp.
4 Amy te Ihe ry Iehovà ro mahaehak’ ahy amo fitoloña’oo, irebehako o tolom-pità’oo.
For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.
5 Akore ty hajabahina’ o tolon-draha’oo ry Iehovà, toe miheotse o fivetsevetse’oo!
How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.
6 Tsy aman-kilala t’indaty mineñe, tsy maharendreke zao ty dagola:
A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; —
7 t’ie mitiry hoe ahetse o lo-tserekeo, naho fonga miraorao o tsy vokatseo, f’ie hafàtse ho rotsaheñe kitro katroke.
When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity — For their being destroyed for ever and ever!
8 Fa Ihe ry Iehovà ro an-digiligy eñe nainai’e donia.
And Thou [art] high to the age, O Jehovah.
9 Heheke o rafelahi’oo ry Iehovà; Ingo te hikoromake o malaiñ’ Azoo; Fonga hibaibay ze mpanao raty.
For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.
10 Fa naonjo’o ty tsifako manahake ty an-drimo, fa hinosotse solike vao iraho.
And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
11 Le hahatrea ty fisalalako amo rafelahikoo’ o masokoo vaho ho tsanoñen-tsofiko ty fañiriako amo tsereheñe mivoalatse amakoo.
And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.
12 Handrevake hoe satrañe o vantañeo, manahake ty fitiria’ o akao e Libanoneo ty hitomboa’e;
The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.
13 Tinongy añ’anjomba’ Iehovà ao, hitroñe an’kiririsan’Añahare eo.
Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.
14 Mbe hiregorego iereo te antetse, ho lifo-dranoke naho hirimboñe,
Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,
15 hitaroñe te vañoñe t’Iehovà, lamilamiko, tsy ama’e ty tsy to.
To declare that upright [is] Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!
