Psalms 65
1 To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David: a Song. Praise waiteth for thee in silence, O God, in Zion; and unto thee shall the vow be performed.
David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. O! Mawu, kafukafu le lalawòm le Zion; wòe míaxe míaƒe adzɔgbeɖefewo na.
2 O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee shall all flesh come.
O! Wò ame si sea gbedodoɖa, gbɔwòe amewo katã ava.
3 Iniquities have prevailed against me: our transgressions, thou wilt forgive them.
Esi nu vɔ̃ do agba ɖe mía dzi la, ètsɔ míaƒe dzidadawo ke mí.
4 Blessed is he whom thou choosest and causest to approach: he shall dwell in thy courts. We shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, of thy holy temple.
Woayra ame siwo nètia, eye nèkplɔ wo vɛ be woanɔ wò xɔxɔnuwo! Ètsɔ wò aƒe me, wò gbedoxɔ kɔkɔe la me nu nyuiwo ɖi ƒoe na mí.
5 By terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, thou confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of the distant regions of the sea. ...
Èna ŋuɖoɖo mí to dzɔdzɔenyenye ƒe ŋɔdzidɔwo me, O, Mawu míaƒe xɔnametɔ, anyigba ƒe mlɔenu ke, kple atsiaƒu siwo le didiƒe ke la katã ƒe mɔkpɔkpɔ.
6 Who by his strength established the mountains, being girded with power;
Wò ame si na towo va dzɔ to wò ŋusẽ me, eye nètsɔ ŋusẽ bla ali dzii,
7 Who stilleth the raging of the seas, the raging of their waves, and the tumult of the peoples.
wò ame si tsi atsiaƒu ƒe hoowɔwɔ kple ƒutsotsoe dzeagbowo kpakple dukɔwo ƒe ʋunyaʋunyawo nu.
8 And they that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens; thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.
Ame siwo le didiƒe la vɔ̃ wò nukunuwo; èna dzidzɔhawo ɖi tso afi si ɣe dzena tsona kple afi si wòɖoa to ɖo.
9 Thou hast visited the earth, thou hast watered it; thou greatly enrichest it: the river of God is full of water; thou providest their corn, when thou hast so prepared it:
Èlé be na anyigba, de aɖui wòsui nyuie, eye nède tsii fũu. Tsi yɔ Mawu ƒe tɔʋuwo banaa, ne wòana bli eƒe dukɔ, elabena nenema nèɖoe.
10 Thou dost satiate its furrows, thou smoothest its clods, thou makest it soft with showers; thou blessest the springing thereof.
Ède tsi eƒe boliƒowo, eye nègbã kpoteƒewo wozu sɔsɔe. Ètsɔ agbafie bɔbɔ anyigba lae, eye nèyra eƒe nukuwo.
11 Thou crownest the year with thy goodness, and thy paths drop fatness:
Ètsɔ wò kesinɔnu gbogboawo ɖo atsyɔ̃e na ƒe la, eye wò agblekekewo yɔ gbagba.
12 They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness, and the hills are girded with gladness.
Lãnyiƒe siwo le gbegbe la yɔ gbagba, eye wotsɔ aseyetsotso ta na togbɛwo.
13 The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, yea, they sing.
Gbe damawo dzi yɔ fũu kple lãhawo, eye balimewo ƒe afi sia afi yɔ kple bli; wo katã do dzidzɔɣli, eye wodzi ha.
