Psalms 102
1 The prayer of the pauper, when he was anxious, and so he poured out his petition in the sight of the Lord. O Lord, hear my prayer, and let my outcry reach you.
Hiãtɔ aɖe ƒe gbedodoɖa, esi nu te eŋu, eye wòfa konyi le Yehowa ŋkume. O! Yehowa, se nye gbedodoɖa, eye nye kokoƒoƒo hena kpekpeɖeŋu neɖo gbɔwò.
2 Do not turn your face away from me. In whatever day that I am in trouble, incline your ear to me. In whatever day that I will call upon you, heed me quickly.
Mègaɣla wò ŋkume ɖem, ne mele xaxa me o. Trɔ wò to ɖe gbɔnye, eye ne meyɔ wò la, nàtɔ nam kaba.
3 For my days have faded away like smoke, and my bones have dried out like firewood.
Elabena nye ŋkekewo nu va yi abe dzudzɔ ene, eye nye ƒuwo xɔ dzo hẽe abe dzokpo ene.
4 I have been cut down like hay, and my heart has withered, for I had forgotten to eat my bread.
Nye dzi xɔ abi, eye wòyrɔ abe gbe ene. Meŋlɔ nye nuɖuɖu gɔ̃ hã be.
5 Before the voice of my groaning, my bone has adhered to my flesh.
Le nye ŋeŋe sesĩe ta la, meɖi ku zu ƒu ɖeɖe.
6 I have become like a pelican in solitude. I have become like a night raven in a house.
Mele abe ʋlukuku si le gbegbe ene, alo abe ʋlukuku si le gli gbagbãwo tome ene.
7 I have kept vigil, and I have become like a solitary sparrow on a roof.
Mele ŋu le aba dzi, eye mele abe xevi si tsi akogo le xɔ tame ene.
8 All day long my enemies reproached me, and those who praised me swore oaths against me.
Nye futɔwo le alɔme ɖem le ŋunye ŋkeke blibo la, eye ame siwo tso ɖe ŋunye la tsɔ nye ŋkɔ wɔ ɖiŋudonui.
9 For I chewed on ashes like bread, and I mixed weeping into my drink.
Elabena meɖu dzowɔ abe nuɖuɖu ene, eye metsɔ aɖatsi tɔtɔ nye nunonoe,
10 By the face of your anger and indignation, you lifted me up and threw me down.
le wò dziku helĩhelĩ la ta elabena èdom ɖe dzi, eye nètsɔm ƒu gbe ɖe adzɔge.
11 My days have declined like a shadow, and I have dried out like hay.
Nye ŋkekewo le abe fiẽ ƒe vɔvɔli ene, eye meyrɔ abe gbe ene.
12 But you, O Lord, endure for eternity, and your memorial is from generation to generation.
O! Yehowa, wò la èle fia ɖum tegbetegbe, eye wò ŋkɔxɔxɔ li tso dzidzime yi dzidzime.
13 You will rise up and take pity on Zion, for it is time for its mercy, for the time has come.
Ke wò la àtso, akpɔ nublanui na Zion, elabena ɣeyiɣi de be nàve enu, ɛ̃, ɣeyiɣi ɖoɖi la de.
14 For its stones have pleased your servants, and they will take pity on its land.
Elabena eƒe kpewo xɔ asi le wò dɔlawo gbɔ, eye eƒe ʋuʋudedi gɔ̃ hã ʋãa nublanuikpɔkpɔ le wo me.
15 And the Gentiles will fear your name, O Lord, and all the kings of the earth your glory.
Dukɔwo avɔ̃ Yehowa ƒe ŋkɔ, eye anyigbadzifiawo katã ade bubu wò ŋutikɔkɔe ŋu.
16 For the Lord has built up Zion, and he will be seen in his glory.
Elabena Yehowa agbugbɔ Zion atso, eye wòado le eƒe ŋutikɔkɔe me.
17 He has noticed the prayer of the humble, and he has not despised their petition.
Aɖo hiãtɔwo ƒe gbedodoɖa ŋu, eye mado vlo woƒe kokoƒoƒo o.
18 Let these things be written in another generation, and the people who will be created will praise the Lord.
Miŋlɔ esia ɖi hena dzidzime siwo ava dzɔ, ale be ame siwo womedzi haɖe o la nakafu Yehowa be:
19 For he has gazed from his high sanctuary. From heaven, the Lord has beheld the earth.
“Yehowa kpɔ nu tso eƒe kɔkɔeƒe la, eye wòkpɔ anyigba tso dziƒo,
20 So may he hear the groans of those in shackles, in order that he may release the sons of the slain.
be wòase gamenɔlawo ƒe ŋeŋe, eye wòaɖe ga ame siwo wotso kufia na.”
21 So may they announce the name of the Lord in Zion and his praise in Jerusalem:
Ale woaɖe gbeƒã Yehowa ƒe ŋkɔ le Zion kple eƒe kafukafu le Yerusalem,
22 while the people convene, along with kings, in order that they may serve the Lord.
ne dukɔwo kple fiaɖuƒewo ƒo ƒu be woasubɔ Yehowa.
23 He responded to him in the way of his virtue: Declare to me the brevity of my days.
Eŋe nye ŋusẽ le nye agbemɔ dzi, eye wòɖe nye ŋkekewo dzi kpɔtɔ,
24 Do not call me back in the middle of my days: your years are from generation to generation.
eya ta megblɔ be, “O! Nye Mawu, mègakplɔm dzoe le nye ŋkekewo ƒe titina o, wò ame si ƒe ƒewo li tso dzidzime yi dzidzime.
25 In the beginning, O Lord, you founded the earth. And the heavens are the work of your hands.
Le gɔmedzedzea me la, èɖo anyigba ƒe agunu anyi, eye dziƒowo nye wò asinudɔwɔwɔ.
26 They will perish, but you remain. And all will grow old like a garment. And, like a blanket, you will change them, and they will be changed.
Woatsrɔ̃, ke wò ya ànɔ anyi ɖaa; woanyunyɔ abe avɔ ene, eye àɖɔli wo abe avɔ ene ahatsɔ wo aƒu gbe.
27 Yet you are ever yourself, and your years will not decline.
Ke wò la, ègale ale si nènɔ, eye wò ƒewo mawu enu akpɔ o.
28 The sons of your servants will live, and their offspring will be guided aright in every age.
Wò dɔlawo ƒe viwo anɔ ŋkuwò me, eye woaɖo woƒe dzidzimeviwo anyi le ŋkuwò me.”
