< 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.
Fún adarí orin. Ní ti ohun orin. “Ní ti ikú ọmọ.” Saamu ti Dafidi. Èmi ó yìn ọ́, Olúwa, pẹ̀lú gbogbo ọkàn mi; èmi ó sọ ti ìyanu rẹ gbogbo.
2 I will be glad and rejoice in thee: I will sing to thy name, O thou most high.
Inú mi yóò dùn, èmi yóò sì yọ̀ nínú rẹ; èmi ó kọrin ìyìn sí orúkọ rẹ, Ìwọ Ọ̀gá-Ògo jùlọ.
3 When my enemy shall be turned back: they shall be weakened and perish before thy face.
Àwọn ọ̀tá mi pẹ̀yìndà; wọ́n kọsẹ̀ wọn sì ṣègbé níwájú rẹ.
4 For thou hast maintained my judgment and my cause: thou hast sat on the throne, who judgest justice.
Nítorí ìwọ ti di òtítọ́ àti ọ̀ràn mi mú; ìwọ ti jókòó lórí ìtẹ́ rẹ, láti ṣe ìdájọ́ òdodo.
5 Thou hast rebuked the Gentiles, and the wicked one hath perished: thou hast blotted out their name for ever and ever.
Ìwọ ti bá orílẹ̀-èdè wí, Ìwọ sì ti pa ẹni búburú run; Ìwọ ti yọ orúkọ wọn kúrò láé àti láéláé.
6 The swords of the enemy have failed unto the end: and their cities thou hast destroyed. Their memory hath perished with a noise.
Ìparun àìlópin ti borí àwọn ọ̀tá, ìwọ ti fa àwọn ìlú wọn tu; àní ìrántí wọn sì ti ṣègbé.
7 But the Lord remaineth for ever. He hath prepared his throne in judgment:
Olúwa jẹ ọba títí láé; ó ti gbé ìtẹ́ rẹ̀ kalẹ̀ fún ìdájọ́.
8 And he shall judge the world in equity, he shall judge the people in justice.
Òun yóò sì ṣe ìdájọ́ ayé ní òdodo; yóò ṣe àkóso ènìyàn pẹ̀lú òdodo.
9 And the Lord is become a refuge for the poor: a helper in due time in tribulation.
Olúwa ni ààbò fún àwọn tí a ni lára, ibi ìsádi ní àkókò ìpọ́njú.
10 And let them trust in thee who know thy name: for thou hast not forsaken them that seek thee, O Lord.
Àwọn tí ó mọ orúkọ rẹ yóò gbẹ́kẹ̀lé ọ, nítorí, Olúwa, kò kọ àwọn tó ń wá a sílẹ̀.
11 Sing ye to the Lord, who dwelleth in Sion: declare his ways among the Gentiles:
Kọ orin ìyìn sí Olúwa, tí o ń jẹ ọba ní Sioni; kéde láàrín àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè, ohun tí ó ṣe.
12 For requiring their blood he hath remembered the: he hath not forgotten the cry of the poor.
Nítorí ẹni tí ó ń gbẹ̀san ẹ̀jẹ̀ rántí; òun kò kọ ẹkún àwọn tí a pọ́n lójú.
13 Have mercy on me, O Lord: see my humiliation which I suffer from my enemies.
Olúwa, wo bí àwọn ọ̀tá ṣe ń ṣe inúnibíni sí mi! Ṣàánú, kí o sì gbé mí sókè kúrò ní ẹnu-ọ̀nà ikú,
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.
kí èmi kí ó lè sọ ti ìyìn rẹ ni ẹnu-ọ̀nà àwọn ọmọbìnrin Sioni àti láti máa yọ̀ nínú ìgbàlà rẹ.
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.
Àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè ti jì sí kòtò tí wọn ti gbẹ́; ẹsẹ̀ wọn ni àwọ̀n tí wọ́n dẹ sílẹ̀ kọ́.
16 The Lord shall be known when he executeth judgments: the sinner hath been caught in the works of his own hands.
A mọ Olúwa nípa òdodo rẹ̀; àwọn ènìyàn búburú ni a dẹ́kun mú nípa iṣẹ́ ọwọ́ wọn.
17 The wicked shall be turned into hell, all the nations that forget God. (Sheol )
Àwọn ènìyàn búburú ni a ó dà sí isà òkú, àti gbogbo orílẹ̀-èdè tí ó gbàgbé Ọlọ́run. (Sheol )
18 For the poor man shall not be forgotten to the end: the patience of the poor shall not perish for ever.
Ṣùgbọ́n àwọn aláìní ni a kò ní gbàgbé láéláé, ìrètí àwọn ti ó tálákà ni a kì yóò gbàgbé láéláé.
19 Arise, O Lord, let not man be strengthened: let the Gentiles be judged in thy sight.
Dìde, Olúwa, má ṣe jẹ́ kí ènìyàn borí; jẹ́ kí a ṣe ìdájọ́ àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè ni iwájú rẹ.
20 Appoint, O Lord, a lawgiver over them: that the Gentiles may know themselves to be but men.
Lù wọ́n pẹ̀lú ìpayà, Olúwa; jẹ́ kí àwọn orílẹ̀-èdè mọ̀ pé ènìyàn lásán ni wọ́n. (Sela)