Psalms 77
1 Unto the end. For Jeduthun. A Psalm of Asaph. I cried out to the Lord with my voice, to God with my voice, and he attended to me.
Asaf ƒe ha na Hɛnɔ Yedutun. Medo ɣli na Mawu be wòaxɔ nam; medo ɣli na Mawu be wòaɖo tom.
2 In the days of my tribulation, I sought God, with my hands opposite him in the night, and I was not deceived. My soul refused to be consoled.
Esi meɖo xaxa me la, medi Aƒetɔ la; le zã me la, meke nye abɔwo me, gake ɖeɖi mete wo ŋu o, eye nye luʋɔ gbe akɔfafaxɔxɔ.
3 I was mindful of God, and I was delighted, and I was distressed, and my spirit fell away.
O! Mawu, meɖo ŋku dziwò, eye meɖe hũu. Mele ŋeŋem, eye nu te nye gbɔgbɔ ŋu. (Sela)
4 My eyes anticipated the vigils. I was disturbed, and I did not speak.
Èna nye ŋkuwo gbe miamia; fuɖeɖewo sɔ gbɔ ale gbegbe be nyemate ŋu aƒo nu o.
5 I considered the days of antiquity, and I held the years of eternity in my mind.
Mebu gbe aɖe gbe ŋkekewo kple blemaƒewo ŋu.
6 And I meditated in the night with my heart, and I was distressed, and I examined my spirit.
Tete meɖo ŋku ha siwo medzina le zã me la dzi. Nye dzi gbã, eye nye gbɔgbɔ bia be:
7 So then, will God reject for eternity? Will he not continue to allow himself to show favor?
“Ɖe Aƒetɔ la agbe ame tegbetegbea? Ɖe magave ame nu akpɔ oa?
8 Or, will he cut off his mercy in the end, from generation to generation?
Ɖe eƒe lɔlɔ̃ si meʋãna o la vɔ tegbetegbea? Ɖe eƒe ŋugbedodo vɔ hena ɣeyiɣiawo katã?
9 And would God ever forget to be merciful? Or, would he, in his wrath, restrict his mercies?
Ɖe Mawu ŋlɔ nublanuikpɔkpɔ bea? Ɖe wòɖo asi eƒe dɔmenyonyo dzi le dɔmedzoe ta?” (Sela)
10 And I said, “Now I have begun. This change is from the right hand of the Most High.”
Tete megblɔ be, “Dziƒoʋĩtɔ la ƒe nuɖusi ƒe ƒewo ko maƒo koko na.”
11 I was mindful of the works of the Lord. For I will be mindful from the beginning of your wonders,
Maɖo ŋku Yehowa ƒe nuwɔwɔwo dzi, ɛ̃, maɖo ŋku nukunu siwo nèwɔ le blema la dzi.
12 and I will meditate on all your works. And I will take part in your intentions.
Made ŋugble le wò dɔwɔwɔwo katã ŋu, eye mabu ta me le wò nuwɔwɔ dzɔatsuwo ŋu.
13 Your way, O God, is in what is holy. Which God is great like our God?
O! Mawu, wò mɔwo le kɔkɔe mawu kae lolo abe míaƒe Mawu la ene?
14 You are the God who performs miracles. You have made your virtue known among the peoples.
Wòe nye Mawu si wɔ nukunuwo, eye nèɖe wò ŋusẽ fia le dukɔwo dome.
15 With your arm, you have redeemed your people, the sons of Jacob and of Joseph.
Ètsɔ wò abɔ sesẽ la ɖe wò dukɔ la, ame siwo nye Yakob kple Yosef ƒe dzidzimeviwo. (Sela)
16 The waters saw you, O God, the waters saw you, and they were afraid, and the depths were stirred up.
O! Mawu, tsiwo kpɔ wò, tsiwo kpɔ wò, eye woŋe, gogloƒewo ke hã dzo nyanyanya.
17 Great was the sound of the waters. The clouds uttered a voice. For your arrows also pass by.
Lilikpo ɖuɖu tsi bababa, dziŋgɔli ɖe gbe, eye wò aŋutrɔwo klẽ dzo bibibi, yi gagbɔ.
18 The voice of your thunder is like a wheel. Your flashes have illuminated the whole world. The earth has quaked and trembled.
Wose wò gbeɖeɖe le yali me, wò dzikedzo klẽ ɖe xexea me, eye anyigba ʋuʋu hedzo nyanyanya.
19 Your way is through the sea, and your paths are through many waters. And your traces will not be known.
Wò mɔ to atsiaƒu me, eye wò toƒe le tɔ gãwo me, gake womekpɔa wò afɔteƒe o.
20 You have conducted your people like sheep, by the hand of Moses and Aaron.
Èkplɔ wò dukɔ abe alẽha ene, to Mose kple Aron ƒe asiwo dzi.
