Psalms 4
1 To the chief music-maker on corded instruments. A Psalm. Of David. Give answer to my cry, O God of my righteousness; make me free from my troubles; have mercy on me, and give ear to my prayer.
David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Woadzii ɖe kasaŋku ŋu. Nye Mawu dzɔdzɔetɔ, tɔ nam ne meyɔ wò. Na gbɔdzɔem le nye xaxa me; kpɔ nye nublanui, eye nàse nye gbedodoɖa.
2 O you sons of men, how long will you go on turning my glory into shame? how long will you give your love to foolish things, going after what is false? (Selah)
O! Amegbetɔviwo, va se ɖe ɣe ka ɣie miaɖi gbɔ̃ nye ŋutikɔkɔe? Va se ɣe ka ɣie mialɔ̃ beble, ahadze aʋatsomawuwo yome? (Sela)
3 See how the Lord has made great his mercy for me; the Lord will give ear to my cry.
Minyae be Yehowa tia mawuvɔ̃lawo na eɖokui, eya ta Yehowa asee, ne meyɔe.
4 Let there be fear in your hearts, and do no sin; have bitter feelings on your bed, but make no sound. (Selah)
Migawɔ nu vɔ̃ ne dzi ku mi o; ne miele miaƒe abawo dzi la, midzro miaƒe dziwo me, eye mizi ɖoɖoe. (Sela)
5 Give the offerings of righteousness, and put your faith in the Lord.
Misa vɔ siwo le dzɔdzɔe, eye miɖo dzi ɖe Yehowa ŋu.
6 There are numbers who say, Who will do us any good? the light of his face has gone from us.
Ame geɖewo le biabiam be, “Ame kae afia nu nyui aɖe mí?” Na wò mo ƒe kekeli naklẽ ɖe mía dzi, O! Yehowa.
7 Lord, you have put joy in my heart, more than they have when their grain and their wine are increased.
Ètsɔ dzidzɔ gã aɖe yɔ nye dzi me wu ame siwo bli kple wain yeye do agbogbo na.
8 I will take my rest on my bed in peace, because you only, Lord, keep me safe.
Mamlɔ anyi, adɔ alɔ̃ le ŋutifafa me, elabena wò, Yehowa, koe na mele dedie.
