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:

Fún adarí orin. Saamu ti Dafidi. Gbóhùn mi, Ọlọ́run, bí mo ti ń sọ àròyé mi pa ọkàn mi mọ́ kúrò lọ́wọ́ ẹ̀rù àwọn ọ̀tá.

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

Pa mí mọ́ kúrò lọ́wọ́ ìmọ̀ ìkọ̀kọ̀ àwọn ènìyàn búburú kúrò nínú ọ̀pọ̀ igbe lọ́wọ́ ìrúkèrúdò oníṣẹ́ ẹ̀ṣẹ̀.

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

Wọ́n pọ́n ahọ́n wọn bí idà, wọ́n sì fa ọrun wọn le láti tafà wọn, àní ọ̀rọ̀ kíkorò.

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

Wọ́n tafà ní ìkọ̀kọ̀ sí àwọn aláìlẹ́ṣẹ̀: wọ́n tafà si lójijì, wọn kò sì bẹ̀rù.

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

Wọ́n, gba ara wọn níyànjú nínú èrò búburú, wọ́n sọ̀rọ̀ lórí dídẹkùn sílẹ̀ ní ìkọ̀kọ̀ wọ́n wí pé, “Ta ni yóò rí wa?”

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

Wọ́n gbìmọ̀ àìṣòdodo, wọ́n wí pé, “A wa ti parí èrò tí a gbà tán!” Lóòótọ́ àyà àti ọkàn ènìyàn kún fún àrékérekè.

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

Ṣùgbọ́n Ọlọ́run yóò ta wọ́n ní ọfà; wọn ó sì gbọgbẹ́ lójijì.

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

Ahọ́n wọn yóò sì dojú ìjà kọ wọ́n, yóò sì run wọ́n, gbogbo ẹni tí ó bá rí wọn yóò sì mi orí fún wọn.

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

Gbogbo ènìyàn yóò máa bẹ̀rù wọn ó kéde iṣẹ́ Ọlọ́run wọn ó dúró lé ohun tí ó ṣe.

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

Jẹ́ kí olódodo kí ó yọ̀ nínú Olúwa yóò sì rí ààbò nínú rẹ̀. Gbogbo ẹni ìdúró ṣinṣin ní ọkàn yóò máa yìn ín.