Salamo 39
Unto the end, for Idithun himself, a canticle of David. I said: I will take heed to my ways: that I sin not with my tongue. I have set guard to my mouth, when the sinner stood against me.
2 Nimoañe raho naho nitsiñe, nijomohòñe, ndra ami’ty soa, fe nanjeke avao ty haloviloviako.
I was dumb, and was humbled, and kept silence from good things: and my sorrow was renewed.
3 Mitsovovoke ty an-troko ao, miforehetse i afoy te mitsakore, vaho hoe ty fivolan-delako:
My heart grew hot within me: and in my meditation a fire shall flame out.
4 Ry Iehovà, ampandrendreho ahy ty figadoñako, naho ty zehe’ o androkoo—te ino, ampaharofoano ahy ty habori’ o havelokoo.
I spoke with my tongue: O Lord, make me know my end. And what is the number of my days: that I may know what is wanting to me.
5 Hehe te nanoe’o an-jehe o androkoo, vaho tsy vente ama’o o taokoo; toe songa hoe kofòke avao ndra te añoñ’ay t’indaty. Selà
Behold thou hast made my days measurable: and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity: every man living.
6 Manao firiorion-talinjo ondatio, tsy vente’e ty fihepakepaha’e, hampitoabotoàbotse vara, fe nofi’e ty hangoroñ’ aze.
Surely man passeth as an image: yea, and he is disquieted in vain. He storeth up: and he knoweth not for whom he shall gather these things.
7 Aa inom-bao, ry Talè, ty liñisako henaneo? Ama’o ty fitamàko.
And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.
8 Hahao amo fonga fiolàkoo, ko salare’o amo seretseo.
Deliver thou me from all my iniquities: thou hast made me a reproach to the fool.
9 Fa mijomohòn-draho tsy manoka-bava; amy te Ihe ty nanao zay.
I was dumb, and I opened not my mouth, because thou hast done it.
10 Afaho amako ty angorosi’o; tomontoñe raho ty amy fanindriam-pità’oy.
Remove thy scourges from me. The strength of thy hand hath made me faint in rebukes:
11 Añ’endake ty andilova’o ondatio ty amo tahi’eo, momohe’o hoe fizara o fisengea’eo. Toe songa kofòke avao ondatio.
Thou hast corrected man for iniquity. And thou hast made his soul to waste away like a spider: surely in vain is any man disquieted.
12 Janjiño o halalikoo ry Iehovà, vaho toloro ravembia o fitoreoko. Ko mianjiñe ty amo ranomasokoo, fa ambahiny ama’o raho, renetane manahak’ an-droaeko iaby.
Hear my prayer, O Lord, and my supplication: give ear to my tears. Be not silent: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner as all my fathers were.
13 Atoliho tsy hisamba’o ahy, hisomilahako, aolo’ ty fiengako tsy ho eo ka.
O forgive me, that I may be refreshed, before I go hence, and be no more.
