Psalms 9
1 Unto the end, for the hidden things of the Son. A psalm for David. I will give praise to thee, O Lord, with my whole heart: I will relate all thy wonders.
David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Woadzii ɖe “ŋutsuvi la ƒe ku” ƒe gbeɖiɖi nu. Makafu wò, O! Yehowa, kple nye dzi blibo, maɖe wò nukunuwɔwɔwo katã afia.
2 I will be glad and rejoice in thee: I will sing to thy name, O thou most high.
Dzi adzɔm, eye matso aseye le mewò; O Dziƒoʋĩtɔ, madzi kafukafuhawo na wò ŋkɔ.
3 When my enemy shall be turned back: they shall be weakened and perish before thy face.
Nye futɔwo trɔ megbe; wokli nu, eye wo katã wotsrɔ̃ le ŋkuwò me.
4 For thou hast maintained my judgment and my cause: thou hast sat on the throne, who judgest justice.
Elabena wòe xɔ nye nya, eye nèɖe nye dzɔdzɔenyenye ɖe go. Ènɔ wò fiazikpui dzi, eye nèdrɔ̃ ʋɔnu dzɔdzɔe.
5 Thou hast rebuked the Gentiles, and the wicked one hath perished: thou hast blotted out their name for ever and ever.
Èka mo na dukɔwo, eye nètsrɔ̃ ame vɔ̃ɖiwo hetutu woƒe ŋkɔwo ɖa tso mavɔ me yi ɖe mavɔ me.
6 The swords of the enemy have failed unto the end: and their cities thou hast destroyed. Their memory hath perished with a noise.
Tsɔtsrɔ̃ mavɔ va futɔ la dzi, elabena èho woƒe duwo, eye womagaɖo ŋku wo dzi gɔ̃ hã akpɔ gbeɖe o.
7 But the Lord remaineth for ever. He hath prepared his throne in judgment:
Yehowa aɖu fia tegbetegbe; eɖo eƒe fiazikpui anyi hena ʋɔnudɔdrɔ̃.
8 And he shall judge the world in equity, he shall judge the people in justice.
Adrɔ̃ ʋɔnu xexea me le dzɔdzɔenyenye me; akplɔ dukɔwo katã le nuteƒewɔwɔ me.
9 And the Lord is become a refuge for the poor: a helper in due time in tribulation.
Yehowa nye sitsoƒe na ame siwo wote ɖe anyi kple mɔ sesẽ le xaxaɣiwo.
10 And let them trust in thee who know thy name: for thou hast not forsaken them that seek thee, O Lord.
Ame siwo nya wò ŋkɔ la aɖo dzi ɖe ŋuwò, elabena wò Yehowa, megble ame siwo dia wò la ɖi kpɔ o.
11 Sing ye to the Lord, who dwelleth in Sion: declare his ways among the Gentiles:
Midzi kafukafuhawo na Yehowa, ame si nɔ fiazikpui dzi gli le Zion, miɖe gbeƒã nu siwo wòwɔ la le dukɔwo dome.
12 For requiring their blood he hath remembered the: he hath not forgotten the cry of the poor.
Elabena eya, ame si biaa hlɔ̃ hlɔ̃dolawo la, ɖoa ŋku edzi, medoa toku hiãtɔwo ƒe ɣlidodo o.
13 Have mercy on me, O Lord: see my humiliation which I suffer from my enemies.
O Yehowa, kpɔ ale si nye futɔwo le yonyeme tim ɖa! Kpɔ nye nublanui, eye nàkɔm tso ku ƒe agbowo me,
14 Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death, that I may declare all thy praises in the gates of the daughter of Sion.
be maɖe wò kafukafu afia le Zion Vinyɔnu ƒe agbowo me, eye le afi ma matso aseye le ɖeɖe si nènam la ta.
15 I will rejoice in thy salvation: the Gentiles have stuck fast in the destruction which they have prepared. Their foot hath been taken in the very snare which they hid.
Dukɔwo ge dze do si woawo ŋutɔ woɖe la me; woƒe afɔwo ɖo ɖɔ si woawo ŋutɔ woɖo ɖi le bebeme la me.
16 The Lord shall be known when he executeth judgments: the sinner hath been caught in the works of his own hands.
Yehowa ɖe eɖokui fia to eƒe ʋɔnu dzɔdzɔe dɔdrɔ̃ me; ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe asinudɔwɔwɔwo atsɔ wo ade mɔ me. Ŋugbledede. (Sela)
Ame vɔ̃ɖiwo gbugbɔ yi yɔ me, nenema kee nye dukɔ siwo ŋlɔ Mawu be. (Sheol h7585)
18 For the poor man shall not be forgotten to the end: the patience of the poor shall not perish for ever.
Ke womaŋlɔ hiãtɔ be ɖikaa alo ame si le fu kpem la, mɔkpɔkpɔ nabu ɖee o.
19 Arise, O Lord, let not man be strengthened: let the Gentiles be judged in thy sight.
Tso, O Yehowa! Mègana amegbetɔ naɖu dzi o, na woadrɔ̃ ʋɔnu dukɔwo le ŋkuwò me.
20 Appoint, O Lord, a lawgiver over them: that the Gentiles may know themselves to be but men.
O! Yehowa, ƒo wo ƒu anyi kple ŋɔdzi; na dukɔwo nanya be amegbetɔwo yewonye. (Sela)
