Psalms 75

1 For the choirmaster: To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Psalm of Asaph. A song. We give thanks to You, O God; we give thanks, for Your Name is near. The people declare Your wondrous works.

Asaf ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la, ne woadzii ɖe “Mègagblẽ nu o” ƒe gbeɖiɖi nu. O! Mawu, míeda akpe na wò, míeda akpe na wò, elabena wò ŋkɔ tsɔ ɖe mía gbɔ, eye amewo le wò nukunuwo xlẽm fia.

2 “When I choose a time, I will judge fairly.

Ègblɔ be, “Meɖo ɣeyiɣi da ɖi, elabena nyee adrɔ̃ ʋɔnu le dzɔdzɔenyenye me.

3 When the earth and all its dwellers quake, it is I who bear up its pillars.

Ne anyigba kple edzinɔlawo ʋuʋu kpekpekpe la, nyee léa eƒe sɔtiwo ɖe asi sesĩe. (Sela)

4 I say to the proud, ‘Do not boast,’ and to the wicked, ‘Do not lift up your horn.

Megblɔ na ɖokuiŋudzelawo be, ‘Midzudzɔ dada,’ eye na ame vɔ̃ɖi be, ‘Mègakɔ wò dzo ɖe dzi o.

5 Do not lift up your horn against heaven or speak with an outstretched neck.’”

Mègakɔ wò dzowo ɖe dzi ɖe dziƒo ŋu o, eye mègahe ve hafi nànɔ nu ƒom o.’”

6 For exaltation comes neither from east nor west, nor out of the desert,

Dodoɖedzi metsoa ɣedzeƒe, ɣetoɖoƒe alo gbegbe vana na ame o,

7 but it is God who judges; He brings down one and exalts another.

ke boŋ Mawue nye afiatsola, eɖea ame sia le zi dzi, eye wòdoa ame kemɛ ɖe dzi.

8 For a cup is in the hand of the LORD, full of foaming wine mixed with spices. He pours from His cup, and all the wicked of the earth drink it down to the dregs.

Kplu aɖe le Yehowa ƒe asi me, wain si lɔ fu ɖe nu, eye wotsɔ nu ʋeʋĩ tɔtɔe la le eme; ekui na ame vɔ̃ɖi siwo le anyigba dzi, wonoe, no ahaƒã si le egɔme la hã ƒiaƒiaƒia.

9 But I will proclaim Him forever; I will sing praise to the God of Jacob.

Ke nye la, manɔ esia gblɔm ɖaa be; madzi kafukafuha na Yakob ƒe Mawu la;

10 “All the horns of the wicked I will cut off, but the horns of the righteous will be exalted.”

maŋe ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe dzowo, ke woado ame dzɔdzɔewo ƒe dzowo ɖe dzi.