Psalms 59
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David, when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him. Deliver me from my enemies, my God. Set me on high from those who rise up against me.
2 Deliver me from the workers of iniquity. Save me from the bloodthirsty men.
Avotsoro amo mitolon-katsivokarañeo, vaho rombaho am’ondaty mampiori-dioo.
3 For, behold, they lie in wait for my soul. The mighty gather themselves together against me, not for my disobedience, nor for my sin, LORD.
Hehe t’ie mamandroñe ty fiaiko, robohe’ o mpitrotrofiak’ amako, tsy ty amo fiolàkoo ndra o tahikoo, ry Iehovà.
4 I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. Rise up, behold, and help me!
Tsy o fandilarakoo ty falisa’ iareo hiatreatre ahy; mivañona hañolora’o vaho mivazohoa.
5 You, LORD God of Armies, the God of Israel, rouse yourself to punish the nations. Show no mercy to the wicked traitors. (Selah)
Ihe arè ry Iehovà, Andrianañahare’ i màroy, Andrianañahare Israele, mivañona, handilova’o o fifeheañeo; ko tretrezeñe o mpiola lo-tserekeo. Selà
6 They return at evening, howling like dogs, and prowl around the city.
Mibalike haleñe iereo, mañaolo hoe amboa vaho mikariokariok’ amy rovay.
7 Behold, they spew with their mouth. Swords are in their lips, “For”, they say, “who hears us?”
Hehe t’ie mamore am-bava, fibara ty an-tsoñi’e, manao ty hoe: Ia ty mahajanjiñe.
8 But you, LORD, laugh at them. You scoff at all the nations.
F’ihe, ry Iehovà, ro hiankahak’ am’iareo, hene sirikae’o o fifeheañeo.
9 Oh, my Strength, I watch for you, for God is my high tower.
O ry Haozarako, fitamakoo; kijoli-aboko t’i Andrianañahare.
10 My God will go before me with his loving kindness. God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.
Hiaolo ahy t’i Andrianañaharem-piferenaiñ’ ahiko, hampisamban’ Añahare o rafelahikoo.
11 Don’t kill them, or my people may forget. Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, Lord our shield.
Ko vonoe’o hey iereo, tsy mone haliño ondatikoo; ampirererereo ami’ty haozara’o, vaho afotsaho, ry Talè, fikala’ay.
12 For the sin of their mouth, and the words of their lips, let them be caught in their pride, for the curses and lies which they utter.
ty amo hakeom-palie’ iareoo, o saontsim-pivimbi’eo, ee t’ie ho tsepaheñe am-pirengevoha’e, naho amo fatse vaho fandañitse aaka’ iareoo.
13 Consume them in wrath. Consume them, and they will be no more. Let them know that God rules in Jacob, to the ends of the earth. (Selah)
Mongoro an-kaviñerañe, zamano ho modo, hampandrendrehañe te mifehe am’ Iakobe ao t’i Andrianañahare, sikala añ’olo’ ty tane toy añe, Selà
14 At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.
Mimpoly haleñe iereo, mañaolo hoe amboa, vaho mbeo-mbeo an-drova atoy,
15 They shall wander up and down for food, and wait all night if they aren’t satisfied.
Mihelahela avao, mipay haneñe, vaho mitromoroñe naho tsy vontsy.
16 But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your loving kindness in the morning. For you have been my high tower, a refuge in the day of my distress.
Aa naho zaho, ho saboeko ty haozara’o; Eka, hipoñafako te maraiñe ty amy fiferenaiña’oy; amy te Ihe ro tambohoko, fitsolohako añ’andron-kaloviloviako.
17 To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy.
Ry Haozarako, hisaboako am-pandrengeañe: amy te mpikalañ’ ahy t’i Andrianañahare, i Andrianañaharem-piferenaiñ’ ahiy.
