Psalms 36
1 For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David, the servant of the LORD. An oracle is in my heart regarding the transgression of the wicked man: There is no fear of God before his eyes.
David, Yehowa ƒe dɔla, ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Yehowa ƒe gbedeasi aɖe le nye dzi me tso ame vɔ̃ɖi ƒe nu vɔ̃ wɔwɔ ŋuti. Mawuvɔvɔ̃ aɖeke mele woƒe ŋkuwo me o.
2 For his eyes are too full of conceit to detect or hate his own sin.
Elabena le eya ŋutɔ ŋkume, wòvivi nu me na eɖokui ale gbegbe be mete ŋu kpɔ eƒe nu vɔ̃ dze sii alo wòagbe nu le egbɔ o.
3 The words of his mouth are wicked and deceitful; he has ceased to be wise and well-doing.
Eƒe numenyawo vɔ̃ɖi, henye beble sɔŋ, eye wòdzudzɔ nuwɔwɔ ɖe nunya me kple nu nyui wɔwɔ.
4 Even on his bed he plots wickedness; he sets himself on a path that is not good; he fails to reject evil.
Eɖoa nu vɔ̃ɖi le eƒe aba dzi, etsɔa eɖokui dea asi na nu si nye vɔ̃, eye megbea nu si nye nu gbegblẽ o.
5 Your loving devotion, O LORD, reaches to the heavens, Your faithfulness to the clouds.
O! Yehowa, wò lɔlɔ̃ kɔ ɖatɔ dziƒowo ke, eye wò nuteƒewɔwɔ tɔ dziŋgɔli ke.
6 Your righteousness is like the highest mountains; Your judgments are like the deepest sea. O LORD, You preserve man and beast.
Wò dzɔdzɔenyenye le abe to gãwo ene, eye wò afiatsotso le abe tɔ goglo ene. O! Yehowa, èkpɔa amegbetɔwo kple lãwo siaa ta.
7 How precious is Your loving devotion, O God, that the children of men take refuge in the shadow of Your wings!
Wò lɔlɔ̃ si meʋãna o la xɔ asi loo! Ame siwo ŋuti bubu le kple ame siwo ŋuti mele o, le amegbetɔviwo dome siaa kpɔa sitsoƒe le wò aʋala ƒe vɔvɔli te.
8 They feast on the abundance of Your house, and You give them drink from Your river of delights.
Wò aƒemenu gbogboawo nye nuɖuɖu na wo, eye nènaa tsi wo wonona tso wò dzidzɔtɔsisi la me.
9 For with You is the fountain of life; in Your light we see light.
Elabena gbɔwòe agbe ƒe tsitsetse la le, eye wò kekeli mee míekpɔa kekeli le.
10 Extend Your loving devotion to those who know You, and Your righteousness to the upright in heart.
Yi edzi nàɖe wò lɔlɔ̃ afia ame siwo nya wò, eye nàɖe wò dzɔdzɔenyenye afia ame siwo ƒe dzi to mɔ ɖeka.
11 Let not the foot of the proud come against me, nor the hand of the wicked drive me away.
Dadalawo megaɖo afɔ dzinye, alo ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe asi nanyam o.
12 There the evildoers lie fallen, thrown down and unable to rise.
Kpɔ ale si nu vɔ̃ɖi wɔlawo dze anyi ɖe anyigbae ɖa; wotutu wo ƒu anyi, eye womete ŋu fɔ o!
