Psalms 9
1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Death of the Son.” A Psalm of David. I will give thanks to the LORD with all my heart; I will recount all Your wonders.
David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Woadzii ɖe “ŋutsuvi la ƒe ku” ƒe gbeɖiɖi nu. Makafu wò, O! Yehowa, kple nye dzi blibo, maɖe wò nukunuwɔwɔwo katã afia.
2 I will be glad and rejoice in You; I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High.
Dzi adzɔm, eye matso aseye le mewò; O Dziƒoʋĩtɔ, madzi kafukafuhawo na wò ŋkɔ.
3 When my enemies retreat, they stumble and perish before You.
Nye futɔwo trɔ megbe; wokli nu, eye wo katã wotsrɔ̃ le ŋkuwò me.
4 For You have upheld my just cause; You sit on Your throne judging righteously.
Elabena wòe xɔ nye nya, eye nèɖe nye dzɔdzɔenyenye ɖe go. Ènɔ wò fiazikpui dzi, eye nèdrɔ̃ ʋɔnu dzɔdzɔe.
5 You have rebuked the nations; You have destroyed the wicked; You have erased their name forever and ever.
Èka mo na dukɔwo, eye nètsrɔ̃ ame vɔ̃ɖiwo hetutu woƒe ŋkɔwo ɖa tso mavɔ me yi ɖe mavɔ me.
6 The enemy has come to eternal ruin, and You have uprooted their cities; the very memory of them has vanished.
Tsɔtsrɔ̃ mavɔ va futɔ la dzi, elabena èho woƒe duwo, eye womagaɖo ŋku wo dzi gɔ̃ hã akpɔ gbeɖe o.
7 But the LORD abides forever; He has established His throne for judgment.
Yehowa aɖu fia tegbetegbe; eɖo eƒe fiazikpui anyi hena ʋɔnudɔdrɔ̃.
8 He judges the world with justice; He governs the people with equity.
Adrɔ̃ ʋɔnu xexea me le dzɔdzɔenyenye me; akplɔ dukɔwo katã le nuteƒewɔwɔ me.
9 The LORD is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble.
Yehowa nye sitsoƒe na ame siwo wote ɖe anyi kple mɔ sesẽ le xaxaɣiwo.
10 Those who know Your name trust in You, for You, O LORD, have not forsaken those who seek You.
Ame siwo nya wò ŋkɔ la aɖo dzi ɖe ŋuwò, elabena wò Yehowa, megble ame siwo dia wò la ɖi kpɔ o.
11 Sing praises to the LORD, who dwells in Zion; proclaim His deeds among the nations.
Midzi kafukafuhawo na Yehowa, ame si nɔ fiazikpui dzi gli le Zion, miɖe gbeƒã nu siwo wòwɔ la le dukɔwo dome.
12 For the Avenger of bloodshed remembers; He does not ignore the cry of the afflicted.
Elabena eya, ame si biaa hlɔ̃ hlɔ̃dolawo la, ɖoa ŋku edzi, medoa toku hiãtɔwo ƒe ɣlidodo o.
13 Be merciful to me, O LORD; see how my enemies afflict me! Lift me up from the gates of death,
O Yehowa, kpɔ ale si nye futɔwo le yonyeme tim ɖa! Kpɔ nye nublanui, eye nàkɔm tso ku ƒe agbowo me,
14 that I may declare all Your praises— that within the gates of Daughter Zion I may rejoice in Your salvation.
be maɖe wò kafukafu afia le Zion Vinyɔnu ƒe agbowo me, eye le afi ma matso aseye le ɖeɖe si nènam la ta.
15 The nations have fallen into a pit of their making; their feet are caught in the net they have hidden.
Dukɔwo ge dze do si woawo ŋutɔ woɖe la me; woƒe afɔwo ɖo ɖɔ si woawo ŋutɔ woɖo ɖi le bebeme la me.
16 The LORD is known by the justice He brings; the wicked are ensnared by the work of their hands.
Yehowa ɖe eɖokui fia to eƒe ʋɔnu dzɔdzɔe dɔdrɔ̃ me; ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe asinudɔwɔwɔwo atsɔ wo ade mɔ me. Ŋugbledede. (Sela)
Ame vɔ̃ɖiwo gbugbɔ yi yɔ me, nenema kee nye dukɔ siwo ŋlɔ Mawu be. (Sheol h7585)
18 For the needy will not always be forgotten; nor the hope of the oppressed forever dashed.
Ke womaŋlɔ hiãtɔ be ɖikaa alo ame si le fu kpem la, mɔkpɔkpɔ nabu ɖee o.
19 Rise up, O LORD, do not let man prevail; let the nations be judged in Your presence.
Tso, O Yehowa! Mègana amegbetɔ naɖu dzi o, na woadrɔ̃ ʋɔnu dukɔwo le ŋkuwò me.
20 Lay terror upon them, O LORD; let the nations know they are but men.
O! Yehowa, ƒo wo ƒu anyi kple ŋɔdzi; na dukɔwo nanya be amegbetɔwo yewonye. (Sela)
