Psalms 21
1 To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. The king shall joy in thy strength, Jehovah; and in thy salvation how greatly shall he rejoice.
David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. O! Yehowa, fia la le dzidzɔ kpɔm le wò ŋusẽ me. Ale gbegbe wòle aseye tsom le dziɖuɖu gã siwo nènae la ta!
2 Thou hast given him his heart's desire, and hast not withholden the request of his lips. (Selah)
Ètsɔ nu si eƒe dzi di la nɛ, eye nèwɔ nu siwo wòtsɔ eƒe nu bia la dzi nɛ. (Sela)
3 For thou hast met him with the blessings of goodness; thou hast set a crown of pure gold on his head.
Ètsɔ yayra xɔasi geɖewo do dza nɛ, eye nètsɔ fiakuku si wowɔ kple sika nyuitɔ la ɖɔ nɛ.
4 He asked life of thee; thou gavest [it] him, length of days for ever and ever.
Ebia agbe wò, eye nènae hedidi eƒe ŋkekewo tso mavɔ me yi mavɔ me.
5 His glory is great through thy salvation; majesty and splendour hast thou laid upon him.
Eƒe ŋkɔxɔxɔ de du to dziɖuɖu siwo nènae la me. Ètsɔ atsyɔ̃ kple bubu kɔ ɖe eya amea dzi.
6 For thou hast made him to be blessings for ever; thou hast filled him with joy by thy countenance.
Vavã ènae yayra si nu meyina o, eye nèna dzidzɔkpɔkpɔ kple aseyetsotsoe le ŋkuwò me.
7 For the king confideth in Jehovah: and through the loving-kindness of the Most High he shall not be moved.
Elabena fia la ɖo dzi ɖe Yehowa ŋu, eye le Dziƒoʋĩtɔ la ƒe lɔlɔ̃ si meʋãna o ta la, mavɔ̃ akpɔ gbeɖe o.
8 Thy hand shall find out all thine enemies; thy right hand shall find out those that hate thee.
Wò asi alé wò futɔwo katã, eye wò nuɖusi atu wò ketɔwo.
9 Thou shalt make them as a fiery furnace in the time of thy presence; Jehovah shall swallow them up in his anger, and the fire shall devour them:
Ne wò vavaɣi ɖo la, àwɔ wo abe kpodzo bibi ene. Yehowa ami wo le eƒe dɔmedzoe me, eye eƒe dzo afia wo katã.
10 Their fruit shalt thou destroy from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men.
Àtsrɔ̃ woƒe dzidzimeviwo ɖa le anyigba dzi, eye àtsrɔ̃ woƒe nunɔamesiwo ɖa le amegbetɔwo dome.
11 For they intended evil against thee; they imagined a mischievous device, which they could not execute.
Togbɔ be wole vɔ̃ ɖom ɖe ŋuwò, eye wowɔ ɖoɖowo be woasẽ ŋuta le ŋuwò hã la, madze edzi na wo o,
12 For thou wilt make them turn their back; thou wilt make ready thy bowstring against their face.
elabena ne èdidi wò aŋutrɔ ɖe wo dzi la, woatrɔ ʋu me ade wò adzo.
13 Be thou exalted, Jehovah, in thine own strength: we will sing and celebrate thy power.
Ède ŋgɔ, O! Yehowa, le wò ŋusẽ me; eya ta míadzi ha, eye míakafu wò ŋusẽ.
