Psalms 108

1 A Song, a Melody: David’s. Fixed, is my heart, O God, I will sing and touch the strings, even mine honour.

Tonon-kira. Salamo nataon’ i Davida. Andriamanitra ô, tafatoetra ny foko; Ny fanahiko no hihira sy hankalaza.

2 Awake, O harp and lyre, I will awaken the dawn!

Mifohaza, ry valiha sy lokanga; hifoha maraina koa aho.

3 I will thank thee among the peoples, O Yahweh, and will sing praise unto thee, among the tribes of men.

Hidera Anao eny amin’ ny firenena maro aho, Jehovah ô, Ary hankalaza Anao eny amin’ ny jentilisa.

4 For, great, above the heavens, is thy lovingkindness, and, as far as the skies, thy faithfulness.

Fa lehibe mihoatra ny lanitra ny famindram-ponao; Ary mipaka eny amin’ ny rahona ny fahamarinanao.

5 Be thou exalted above the heavens, O God, And, above all the earth, be thy glory.

Misandrata any ambonin’ ny lanitra Hianao, Andriamanitra ô; Ary aoka ho etỳ ambonin’ ny tany rehetra ny voninahitrao.

6 To the end thy beloved ones may be delivered, Oh save thou with thy right hand and answer me!

Mba hahafaka ny malalanao, Dia vonjeo amin’ ny tananao ankavanana aho, ka valio.

7 God, hath spoken in his holiness, I will exult! I will apportion Shechem! And, the Vale of Succoth, will I measure out;

Andriamanitra niteny tamin’ ny fahamasinany hoe: Hifaly Aho ka hizara an’ i Sekema, Ary ny lohasahan’ i Sokota horefesiko;

8 Mine, is Gilead—mine, Manasseh, but, Ephraim, is the defence of my head, Judah, is my commander’s staff;

Ahy Gileada, Ahy Manase; Ary aron’ ny lohako Efraima; Tehim-panjakako Joda;

9 Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia, raise a shout of triumph.

Tavindranoko fanasana Moaba; Edoma no hanipazako ny kapako; noho ny amin’ i Filistia ho hihobiako.

10 Who will conduct me to a fortified city? Who will lead me as far as Edom?

Iza no hitondra ahy ho any an-tanàna mafy? Iza no hitarika ahy ho any Edoma?

11 Hast not thou, O God, rejected us? and wilt not go forth, O God, with our hosts.

Tsy Hianao va no efa nanary anay, Andriamanitra ô, Sady tsy mivoaka miaraka amin’ ny miaramilanay, Andriamanitra ô?

12 Grant us help out of distress, for, vain, is the deliverance of man:

Vonjeo amin’ ny fahavalo izahay; Fa zava-poana ny famonjena ataon’ ny olona.

13 In God, shall we do valiantly, He himself, therefore, shall tread down our adversaries.

Andriamanitra no haharezan-tsika; Fa Izy no hanitsakitsaka ny fahavalontsika.