Salamo 11

1 Ho an’ ny mpiventy hira. Nataon’ i Davida.

For the Chief Musician. By David. In Yahweh, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain”?

2 Fa, indro, ny ratsy fanahy manenjana ny tsipìkany; efa nanamboatra ny zana-tsipìkany eo amin’ ny kofehy izy, nikendry tao amin’ ny maizina hitifitra ny mahitsy fo.

For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

3 Fa rava ny fanorenana, ka inona indray no azon’ ny marina atao?

If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?

4 Jehovah dia ao amin’ ny tempoliny masìna, ny seza fiandrianan’ i Jehovah dia any an-danitra; ny masony mijery, eny, ny hodi-masony mizaha toetra ny zanak’ olombelona.

Yahweh is in his holy temple. Yahweh is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.

5 Jehovah mizaha toetra ny marina; fa ny ratsy fanahy sy ny mifaly hampidi-doza dia samy halan’ ny fanahiny.

Yahweh examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence.

6 Handatsaka fandrika amin’ ny ratsy fanahy Izy tahaka ny fandatsaka ranonorana; afo sy solifara ary rivo-mahamay no ho anjara kapoakany.

On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

7 Fa marina Jehovah, ka fahamarinana no tiany; ny mahitsy no hahita ny tavany.

For Yahweh is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.