Psalms 64

1 Unto the end, a psalm for David. Hear, O God, my prayer, when I make supplication to thee: deliver my soul from the 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 Thou hast protected me from the assembly of the malignant; from the multitude of the workers of iniquity.

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

3 For they have whetted their tongues like a sword; they have bent their bow a bitter thing,

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

4 To shoot in secret the undefiled.

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

5 They will shoot at him on a sudden, and will not fear: they are resolute in wickedness. They have talked of hiding snares; they have said: Who shall 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 have searched after iniquities: they have failed in their search. Man shall come to a deep heart:

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

7 And God shall be exalted. The arrows of children are their wounds:

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

8 And their tongues against them are made weak. All that saw them were troubled;

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 every man was afraid. And they declared the works of God: and understood his doings.

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

10 The just shall rejoice in the Lord, and shall hope in him: and all the upright in heart shall be praised.

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