Psalms 58
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David. Do you indeed speak righteousness, silent ones? Do you judge blamelessly, you sons of men?
Ho an’ ny mpiventy hira. Al-tasheth. Miktama nataon’ i Davida. Moa ny tsi-fitenenana va ataonareo ho filazana ny marina? Mitsara mahitsy va ianareo, ry zanak’ olombelona?
2 No, in your heart you plot injustice. You measure out the violence of your hands in the earth.
Tsy izany, fa ny fonareo no amoronanareo ny ratsy; mandanja ny fandozan’ ny tananareo etỳ an-tany ianareo.
3 The wicked go astray from the womb. They are wayward as soon as they are born, speaking lies.
Mivily hatrany am-bohoka ny ratsy fanahy; mania hatrany an-kibo izy ka miteny lainga.
4 Their poison is like the poison of a snake, like a deaf cobra that stops its ear,
Misy poizina tahaka ny an’ ny menarana aminy; eny, tahaka ny vipera marenina izay manentsin-tadiny izy,
5 which doesn’t listen to the voice of charmers, no matter how skillful the charmer may be.
Ka tsy mihaino ny feon’ ny mpanao ody, na dia izay mpahay ody indrindra aza.
6 Break their teeth, God, in their mouth. Break out the great teeth of the young lions, Yahweh.
Andriamanitra ô, torotoroy ny nifiny eo am-bavany; omboty ny vazan’ ny liona tanora, Jehovah ô.
7 Let them vanish like water that flows away. When they draw the bow, let their arrows be made blunt.
Aoka ho ritra tahaka ny ranotrambo izy; raha atraniny ny zana-tsipìkany, dia aoka ho tapa-doha ireny;
8 Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away, like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun.
Aoka ho tahaka ny lelosy izay mihalevona eny am-pandehanana izy; Aoka ho tahaka ny zaza-vakimanta izay tsy mahita masoandro izy.
9 Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns, he will sweep away the green and the burning alike.
Dieny tsy mbola mafanan’ ny afon-tsilo ny vilaninareo, aoka ho entin’ ny tafio-drivotra ireny, na ny lena na ny maina.
10 The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance. He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked,
Hifaly ny marina, raha mahita ny famaliana; hanasa ny tongony amin’ ny ran’ ny ratsy fanahy izy;
11 so that men shall say, “Most certainly there is a reward for the righteous. Most certainly there is a God who judges the earth.”
Dia hiteny ny olona ka hanao hoe: misy valiny tokoa ho an’ ny marina; misy tokoa Andriamanitra Izay mitsara etỳ ambonin’ ny tany.
