Psalms 61

1 To the chief music-maker. On a corded instrument. Of David. Let my cry come to you, O God; let your ears be open to my prayer.

David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Woadzii ɖe kasaŋku ŋu. Se nye ɣlidodo, O Mawu, eye nàlé to ɖe nye gbedodoɖa ŋu.

2 From the end of the earth will I send up my cry to you, when my heart is overcome: take me to the rock which is over-high for me.

Meyɔ wò tso anyigba ƒe mlɔenu, meyɔ wò, esi nu te nye dzi ŋu belibelibeli; azɔ kplɔm yi ɖe agakpe si kɔ wum la dzi,

3 For you have been my secret place, and my high tower from those who made war on me.

elabena wòe nye nye sitsoƒe kple mɔ sesẽ, le futɔ la ta.

4 I will make your tent my resting-place for ever: I will keep myself under the cover of your wings. (Selah)

Medi vevie be manɔ wò agbadɔ me tegbee, eye mabe ɖe wò aʋala ƒe fafaƒe. (Sela)

5 For you, O God, have made answer to my prayers; you have given me the heritage of those who give honour to your name.

O! Mawu, èse nye adzɔgbeɖeɖewo, eye nètsɔ ame siwo vɔ̃a wò ŋkɔ la ƒe domenyinu nam.

6 You will give the king long life; and make his years go on through the generations.

Dzi fia la ƒe agbemeŋkekewo ɖe edzi nɛ, eƒe ƒewo nasɔ gbɔ be wòakpɔ dzidzime geɖewo.

7 May the seat of his authority be before God for ever; may mercy and righteousness keep him safe.

Neɖu fia le Mawu ŋkume tegbee, eye na wò lɔlɔ̃ kple nuteƒewɔwɔ nakpɔ eta.

8 So will I make songs in praise of your name for ever, giving to God that which is right day by day.

Ekema madzi kafukafuha na wò ŋkɔ tegbee, eye maxe nye adzɔgbeɖefewo gbe sia gbe.