Psalms 143
1 A Psalm of David, when his son Absalom was pursuing him. O Lord, hear my prayer. Incline your ear to my supplication in your truth. Heed me according to your justice.
Saamu ti Dafidi. Olúwa gbọ́ àdúrà mi, fetísí igbe mi fún àánú; nínú òtítọ́ àti òdodo rẹ, wá fún ìrànlọ́wọ́ mi.
2 And do not enter into judgment with your servant. For all the living will not be justified in your sight.
Má ṣe mú ìránṣẹ́ rẹ wá sí ìdájọ́, nítorí kò sí ẹnìkan tí ó wà láààyè tí ó ṣe òdodo níwájú rẹ.
3 For the enemy has pursued my soul. He has lowered my life to the earth. He has stationed me in darkness, like the dead of ages past.
Ọ̀tá ń lépa mi, ó fún mi pamọ́ ilẹ̀; ó mú mi gbé nínú òkùnkùn bí àwọn tí ó ti kú ti pẹ́.
4 And my spirit has been in anguish over me. My heart within me has been disturbed.
Nítorí náà ẹ̀mí mi ṣe rẹ̀wẹ̀sì nínú mi; ọkàn mi nínú mi ṣì pòruurù.
5 I have called to mind the days of antiquity. I have been meditating on all your works. I have meditated on the workings of your hands.
Èmi rántí ọjọ́ tí ó ti pẹ́; èmi ń ṣe àṣàrò lórí gbogbo iṣẹ́ rẹ mo sì ṣe àkíyèsí ohun tí ọwọ́ rẹ ti ṣe.
6 I have extended my hands to you. My soul is like a land without water before you.
Èmi na ọwọ́ mi jáde sí ọ: òǹgbẹ rẹ gbẹ ọkàn mi bí i ìyàngbẹ ilẹ̀. (Sela)
7 O Lord, heed me quickly. My spirit has grown faint. Do not turn your face away from me, lest I become like those who descend into the pit.
Dá mi lóhùn kánkán, Olúwa; ó rẹ ẹ̀mí mi tán. Má ṣe pa ojú rẹ mọ́ kúrò lára mi kí èmi má ba à dàbí àwọn tí ó lọ sínú ihò.
8 Make me hear your mercy in the morning. For I have hoped in you. Make known to me the way that I should walk. For I have lifted up my soul to you.
Mú mi gbọ́ ìṣeun ìfẹ́ rẹ ní òwúrọ̀: nítorí ìwọ ni mo gbẹ́kẹ̀lé. Fi ọ̀nà tí èmi i bá rìn hàn mí, nítorí èmi gbé ọkàn mi sókè sí ọ.
9 O Lord, rescue me from my enemies. I have fled to you.
Gbà mí kúrò lọ́wọ́ àwọn ọ̀tá mi, Olúwa, nítorí èmi fi ara mi pamọ́ sínú rẹ.
10 Teach me to do your will. For you are my God. Your good Spirit will lead me into the righteous land.
Kọ́ mi láti ṣe ìfẹ́ rẹ, nítorí ìwọ ni Ọlọ́run mi jẹ́ kí ẹ̀mí rẹ dídára darí mi sí ilẹ̀ tí ó tẹ́jú.
11 For the sake of your name, O Lord, you will revive me in your fairness. You will lead my soul out of tribulation.
Nítorí orúkọ rẹ, Olúwa, sọ mi di ààyè; nínú òdodo rẹ, mú ọkàn mi jáde nínú wàhálà.
12 And you will scatter my enemies in your mercy. And you will destroy all those who afflict my soul. For I am your servant.
Nínú ìfẹ́ rẹ tí kì í kùnà, ké àwọn ọ̀tá mi kúrò, run gbogbo àwọn tí ń ni ọkàn mi lára, nítorí pé èmi ni ìránṣẹ́ rẹ.
