Psalms 65
1 To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. A Song. It is right for you, O God, to have praise in Zion: to you let the offering be made.
David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. O! Mawu, kafukafu le lalawòm le Zion; wòe míaxe míaƒe adzɔgbeɖefewo na.
2 To you, O hearer of prayer, let the words of all flesh come.
O! Wò ame si sea gbedodoɖa, gbɔwòe amewo katã ava.
3 Evils have overcome us: but as for our sins, you will take them away.
Esi nu vɔ̃ do agba ɖe mía dzi la, ètsɔ míaƒe dzidadawo ke mí.
4 Happy is the man of your selection, to whom you give a resting-place in your house; we will be full of the good things out of your holy place.
Woayra ame siwo nètia, eye nèkplɔ wo vɛ be woanɔ wò xɔxɔnuwo! Ètsɔ wò aƒe me, wò gbedoxɔ kɔkɔe la me nu nyuiwo ɖi ƒoe na mí.
5 You will give us an answer in righteousness by great acts of power, O God of our salvation; you who are the hope of all the ends of the earth, and of the far-off lands of the sea;
Èna ŋuɖoɖo mí to dzɔdzɔenyenye ƒe ŋɔdzidɔwo me, O, Mawu míaƒe xɔnametɔ, anyigba ƒe mlɔenu ke, kple atsiaƒu siwo le didiƒe ke la katã ƒe mɔkpɔkpɔ.
6 The God by whose strength the mountains are fixed; who is robed with power:
Wò ame si na towo va dzɔ to wò ŋusẽ me, eye nètsɔ ŋusẽ bla ali dzii,
7 Who makes the loud voice of the sea quiet, and puts an end to the sound of its waves.
wò ame si tsi atsiaƒu ƒe hoowɔwɔ kple ƒutsotsoe dzeagbowo kpakple dukɔwo ƒe ʋunyaʋunyawo nu.
8 Those in the farthest parts of the earth have fear when they see your signs: the outgoings of the morning and evening are glad because of you.
Ame siwo le didiƒe la vɔ̃ wò nukunuwo; èna dzidzɔhawo ɖi tso afi si ɣe dzena tsona kple afi si wòɖoa to ɖo.
9 You have given your blessing to the earth, watering it and making it fertile; the river of God is full of water: and having made it ready, you give men grain.
Èlé be na anyigba, de aɖui wòsui nyuie, eye nède tsii fũu. Tsi yɔ Mawu ƒe tɔʋuwo banaa, ne wòana bli eƒe dukɔ, elabena nenema nèɖoe.
10 You make the ploughed lands full of water; you make smooth the slopes: you make the earth soft with showers, sending your blessing on its growth.
Ède tsi eƒe boliƒowo, eye nègbã kpoteƒewo wozu sɔsɔe. Ètsɔ agbafie bɔbɔ anyigba lae, eye nèyra eƒe nukuwo.
11 The year is crowned with the good you give; life-giving rain is dropping from your footsteps,
Ètsɔ wò kesinɔnu gbogboawo ɖo atsyɔ̃e na ƒe la, eye wò agblekekewo yɔ gbagba.
12 Falling on the grass of the waste land: and the little hills are glad on every side.
Lãnyiƒe siwo le gbegbe la yɔ gbagba, eye wotsɔ aseyetsotso ta na togbɛwo.
13 The grass-land is thick with flocks; the valleys are full of grain; they give glad cries and songs of joy.
Gbe damawo dzi yɔ fũu kple lãhawo, eye balimewo ƒe afi sia afi yɔ kple bli; wo katã do dzidzɔɣli, eye wodzi ha.
