Psalms 39
1 For Jeduthun, the music director. A psalm of David. I told myself, “I will be careful in what I do, and not sin in what I say. I will keep my mouth shut when the wicked are around.”
David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ Yedutun. Megblɔ be, “Malé ŋku ɖe nye mɔwo ŋu, akpɔ nye aɖe dzi be mawɔ nu vɔ̃ o, eye zi ale si ame vɔ̃ɖi la gale ŋkunye me la, made ga nye nu.”
2 So I was completely silent—I didn't even say anything good. But the pain inside only got worse.
Gake esi mezi ɖoɖoe li kpoo, eye nyemele nya nyui aɖeke gblɔm o hã la, nye vevesese do ga ɖe edzi.
3 My mind burned as if on fire; I had to say what I was thinking:
Nye dzi xɔ dzo ɖe dɔ me nam; esi mele ŋugble dem la, exɔ dzo ɖe edzi; tete meƒo nu kple nye aɖe.
4 Lord, remind me. How short is my life? How long do I have? Remind me how quickly my life will pass.
“O! Yehowa, fia nye agbe ƒe nuwuwu kple ŋkeke ale si manɔ agbee lam; eye na manya ale si nye agbe le du dzii.
5 Just look at the tiny amount of days you have given me! In your eyes my whole lifetime is like nothing. Our lives here are just a breath… (Selah)
Èwɔ nye ŋkekewo wole abe asi ƒe kekeme ko ene, eye nye agbenɔɣi menye naneke le ŋkuwò me o. Amegbetɔ ɖe sia ɖe ƒe agbe le abe ƒuƒu ko ene. (Sela)
6 Human beings are just shadows walking around. They pointlessly rush through life, trying to pile up possessions without knowing who will get them.
“Amegbetɔ le yiyim, le gbɔgbɔm, ke vɔvɔli ko wònye. Ele agbagba dzem, gake wo katã nye nu dzodzro Eli kɔ kesinɔnuwo gleglegle, gake menya ame si ƒe asi me woayi ɖo o.
7 So Lord, what am I looking for? I put my hope in you.
“Aƒetɔ, ke azɔ la, nu ka makpɔ mɔ na? Nye mɔkpɔkpɔ le mewò.
8 Save me from my rebellion. Don't let me be mocked by fools.
Ɖem tso nye vodadawo katã me, eye mègawɔm mazu alɔmeɖenu na yakamewo o.
9 I will stay quiet, I won't say a word, for it's you who has done this to me.
Mezi ɖoɖoe, nyemake nu o, elabena wòe wɔ esia.
10 Please stop hitting me! Your beating has worn me out!
Ɖe wò tohehe si le dzinye la ɖa; wò asi va dzinye kple ŋusẽ ale metsi anyigba.
11 When you discipline us, reprimanding us for our sins, it's like a moth eating up what is precious to us. All of us are just a breath… (Selah)
Èkaa mo, eye nèhea to na amewo ɖe woƒe nu vɔ̃wo ta; ègblẽa woƒe kesinɔnuwo dome abe agbagblaʋui ene, ale amegbetɔ ɖe sia ɖe le abe ƒuƒu ko ene. (Sela)
12 Please hear my prayer, Lord! Listen to my cry for help! Don't be deaf to my weeping. Please treat me as your guest, passing through, just like my forefathers.
“O! Yehowa, se nye gbedodoɖa, nye ɣlidodo hena kpekpeɖeŋu nede to me na wò; mègado toku nye avifafa o. Amedzro kple mɔzɔla menye le gbɔwò abe ale si fofonyewo katã nɔ ene.
13 Please leave me alone so I can be cheerful again, before I am dead and gone.
Ɖe ŋku ɖa le ŋunye, ale be magakpɔ dzidzɔ hafi mayi, eye nyemaganɔ anyi o.”
