Psalms 64

1 To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice in my plaint; preserve my life from fear of the enemy:

David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. O! Mawu, ɖo tom, esi meɖe nye kuxiwo na wò; kpɔ nye agbe ta tso futɔ siwo le ŋɔdzi dom nam la ƒe asi me.

2 Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous crowd of the workers of iniquity,

Ɣlam tso ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe nugbeɖoɖo kple ame vlo mawo ƒe howɔwɔ me.

3 Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, [and] have aimed their arrow, a bitter word;

Wonyrea woƒe aɖewo abe yi ene, eye wodzidzea woƒe nyawo ɖe ame dzi abe aŋutrɔ siwo nu aɖi le la ene.

4 That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

Wodea xa hedaa aŋutrɔ ame maɖifɔ la, eye wodanɛ zi ɖeka vɔvɔ̃manɔŋutɔe.

5 They encourage themselves in an evil matter, they concert to hide snares; they say, Who will see them?

Wodea dzi ƒo na wo nɔewo le woƒe nu vɔ̃ɖi ɖoɖowo me, woƒoa nu tso ale si woatre mɔ ɖe vivime la ŋuti gblɔna be, “Ame kae le ekpɔ ge?”

6 They devise iniquities: We have it ready, the plan is diligently sought out. And each one's inward [thought] and heart is deep.

Woɖoa nu vɔ̃ɖi hegblɔna le eŋuti be, “Míewɔ ɖoɖo deŋgɔ la vɔ!” Vavãe, ame ƒe susu kple dzi me nye ayenuwɔƒe,

7 But God will shoot an arrow at them: suddenly are they wounded;

gake Mawu ada aŋutrɔ wo eye wòalɔ wo zi ɖeka kpoyi woamu adze anyi.

8 By their own tongue they are made to fall over one another: all that see them shall flee away.

Ana woawo ŋutɔ ƒe aɖe nade wo nya me eye wòahe wo ade tsɔtsrɔ̃ me. Ame siwo katã akpɔ wo la aʋuʋu ta ɖe wo ŋu fewuɖutɔe.

9 And all men shall fear, and shall declare God's doing; and they shall wisely consider his work.

Tete vɔvɔ̃ aɖo amegbetɔƒomea katã; woado Mawu ƒe dɔwɔwɔwo ɖe dzi, eye woade ŋugble le nu si wòwɔ la ŋuti.

10 The righteous shall rejoice in Jehovah, and trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.

Ame dzɔdzɔe akpɔ dzidzɔ le Yehowa me, eye wòasii atso. Ame siwo katã dza le woƒe dzi me la akafui!