Psalms 4
1 To the chief Musician. On stringed instruments. A Psalm of David. When I call, answer me, O God of my righteousness: in pressure thou hast enlarged me; be gracious unto me, and hear my prayer.
David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Woadzii ɖe kasaŋku ŋu. Nye Mawu dzɔdzɔetɔ, tɔ nam ne meyɔ wò. Na gbɔdzɔem le nye xaxa me; kpɔ nye nublanui, eye nàse nye gbedodoɖa.
2 Ye sons of men, till when is my glory [to be put] to shame? [How long] will ye love vanity, will ye seek after a lie? (Selah)
O! Amegbetɔviwo, va se ɖe ɣe ka ɣie miaɖi gbɔ̃ nye ŋutikɔkɔe? Va se ɣe ka ɣie mialɔ̃ beble, ahadze aʋatsomawuwo yome? (Sela)
3 But know that Jehovah hath set apart the pious [man] for himself: Jehovah will hear when I call unto him.
Minyae be Yehowa tia mawuvɔ̃lawo na eɖokui, eya ta Yehowa asee, ne meyɔe.
4 Be moved with anger, and sin not; meditate in your own hearts upon your bed, and be still. (Selah)
Migawɔ nu vɔ̃ ne dzi ku mi o; ne miele miaƒe abawo dzi la, midzro miaƒe dziwo me, eye mizi ɖoɖoe. (Sela)
5 Offer sacrifices of righteousness, and confide in Jehovah.
Misa vɔ siwo le dzɔdzɔe, eye miɖo dzi ɖe Yehowa ŋu.
6 Many say, Who shall cause us to see good? Lift up upon us the light of thy countenance, O Jehovah.
Ame geɖewo le biabiam be, “Ame kae afia nu nyui aɖe mí?” Na wò mo ƒe kekeli naklẽ ɖe mía dzi, O! Yehowa.
7 Thou hast put joy in my heart, more than in the time that their corn and their new wine was in abundance.
Ètsɔ dzidzɔ gã aɖe yɔ nye dzi me wu ame siwo bli kple wain yeye do agbogbo na.
8 In peace will I both lay me down and sleep; for thou, Jehovah, alone makest me to dwell in safety.
Mamlɔ anyi, adɔ alɔ̃ le ŋutifafa me, elabena wò, Yehowa, koe na mele dedie.
