Psalms 48
1 A Melodious Song. For the Sons of Korah. Great is Yahweh, and worthy to be mightily praised, In the city of our God, His holy mountain.
2 Beautiful in elevation, the joy of all the land, Is Mount Zion, in the recesses of the north, —The city of a great king.
Fanjàka an-toe’e eo, ty hafalea’ ty tane toy, ty vohi’ i Tsiône añ’ila’e avaratse ey, ty rova’ i Mpanjaka hinakinakey.
3 God, in her palaces, is to be known as a high tower.
I Andrianañahare an-kijoli’ey, ty nampandrèndreke t’ie ro fipalirañe.
4 For lo! Kings—Met as appointed, Passed by together;
Hehe, nifanontoñe o mpanjakao, nitrao-pionjoñe mb’etoañe,
5 They themselves, saw, So, were they amazed, Dismayed—they hurried way!
Nioni’ iereo; le nilatsa; nangetraketrake, vaho nitriban-day.
6 Trembling, seized them, there, Pangs. like hers who is in travail.
Namihiñe iareo ty fihondrahondra, ninivonivotse hoe ampela mitsongo.
7 With an east wind, wilt thou shatter the ships of Tarshish.
I tiok’ atiñanañey ty ampivaletrahe’o o lakam-bein-Tarsiseo.
8 Just as we have heard, So, have we seen, In the city of Yahweh of hosts, In the city of our God, God himself, will establish her, unto times age-abiding. (Selah)
Hambañe amy jinanjin-tikañey ty nionin-tika an-drova’ Iehovà’ i Màroy, an-drovan’ Añaharentikañe ao; ee t’ie hajadon’ Añahare tsy ho modo nainai’ey. Selà
9 We have thought, O God, upon thy lovingkindness, In the midst of thy temple:
Nitsakorea’ay ty fiferenaiña’o ry Andrianañahare añivo’ i anjomba’o miavakey.
10 According to thy Name, O God, So, be thy praise, unto the ends of the earth, With righteousness, is, thy right hand, filled.
Manahake i tahina’oy ry Andrianañahare, ty fandrengeañe Azo, pak’ añ’olo’ ty tane toy; lifo-kavantañañe ty fità’o havana.
11 Let Mount Zion rejoice, Let the daughters of Judah exult, Because of thy judgments.
Ampifaleo i vohitse Tsiôney, ampirebeho o anak’ ampela’ Iehodào ty amo fizakà’oo.
12 Go round Zion, and compass her about, Reckon up her towers;
Mañariaria amy Tsiône, ikariokarioho, volilio o fitilik-abo’eo,
13 Apply your mind to her rampart, Pass between her palaces, That ye may recount them to an after generation;
Hehe o kijoli’eo, rangao o fitalakesañ’abo’eo; hahatalilia’o i tariratse mandimbey.
14 For, this God, is our God, to times age-abiding and beyond, He himself, will conduct us till death.
Zay t’i Andrianañahare, Andrianañaharen-tikañey, nainai’e donia. Ie ty hiaolo antikañe pak’an-kavilasy.
