Psalms 49
1 For the music director. A psalm of the sons of Korah. Listen to this, everyone! Pay attention, people of the world—
Korah ƒe viwo ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Mi anyigbadzitɔwo katã, mise esia; mi xexemetɔwo katã miƒu to anyi,
2 whether you are highborn or lowborn, rich or poor!
mi ame dzodzrowo kple amegãwo, ame dahewo kple kesinɔtɔwo siaa.
3 For what I say is wise, and my thinking is perceptive.
Nye nu agblɔ nunya ƒe nyawo, eye nya siwo ado tso nye dzi me la ahe gɔmesese vɛ.
4 I pay attention to wise sayings; I answer hard questions to a tune on the harp.
Maƒu to anyi ɖe lododo ŋu, eye mato adzo kple nye kasaŋku.
5 Why should I be afraid when trouble comes, when evil enemies surround me?
Nu ka ta mavɔ̃ ne ŋkeke vɔ̃wo va, ne ame vɔ̃ɖi, ameblelawo ƒo xlãm,
6 They trust in their wealth; they boast about their riches,
ame siwo ɖoa dzi ɖe woƒe kesinɔnuwo ŋu, eye wotsɔa woƒe nukpɔkpɔ gbogboawo nɔa adegbe ƒom ɖo?
7 but no one can pay to rescue another from death; no one can pay a ransom to God.
Ame aɖeke mate ŋu aɖe nɔvia ƒe agbe alo atsɔ ga aƒle etae le Mawu gbɔ o.
8 Redemption is beyond price; no one could ever pay enough
Agbeƒlega menye ga sue o, eye ga home aɖeke made enu be
9 that they could live forever and not face the grave.
amea nanɔ agbe tegbee, eye makpɔ ku o.
10 Everyone knows that the wise die, those who are foolish and stupid too, leaving what they have to the next generation.
Ame sia ame kpɔe be nunyala kuna; bometsilawo kple abunɛtɔwo siaa tsrɔ̃na, eye wogblea woƒe kesinɔnuwo ɖi na ame bubuwo.
11 They think their homes will last forever, that where they live will continue for all generations.
Togbɔ be anyigbawo le wo si woŋlɔ woƒe ŋkɔwo ɖe wo dzi hã la, woƒe yɔdowo anye woƒe aƒe tegbee, eye woanye woƒe nɔƒe tso dzidzime yi dzidzime.
12 But human beings, for all their fame, don't understand. They die, just like the animals.
Togbɔ be kesinɔnu geɖewo le amegbetɔ si hã la, manɔ agbe tegbee o, ɖeko wòle abe gbemelã siwo tsrɔ̃na ene.
13 This is the way of foolish people, yet those who come after them think they were clever! (Selah)
Esia nye nu si dzɔna ɖe ame siwo ɖo ŋu ɖe wo ɖokuiwo ŋu la dzi. Aleae wòanɔ na wo yomedzela siwo dea woƒe nyagbɔgblɔwo dzi. (Sela)
14 Like sheep they are destined for the grave. Death will be their shepherd. Those who live right will rule over them in the morning. Their bodies will decay in the grave, far from their homes. (Sheol h7585)
Woayi tsiẽƒe abe alẽwo ene, eye woanye nuɖuɖu na ku. Ame dzɔdzɔe aɖu wo dzi le ŋdi, woƒe ŋutilãwo aƒaƒã ɖe yɔdo me, eye woate ɖa xaa tso woƒe xɔ gã dranyiwo gbɔ. (Sheol h7585)
15 But surely God will rescue me from the power of the grave; he will grab me back. (Selah) (Sheol h7585)
Ke Mawu aɖe nye agbe tso ku me, eye wòaxɔm ɖe eɖokui gbɔ. (Sela) (Sheol h7585)
16 Don't be disturbed when people become rich, filling their houses with possessions.
Ne ame aɖe zu kesinɔtɔ la, megawɔ moya na wò o, ne eƒe aƒe ƒe atsyɔ̃ dzi ɖe edzi la, megawɔ nuku na wò o,
17 For they won't take anything with them when they die; their wealth will not go down into the grave with them.
elabena ne eku la, matsɔ naneke ɖe asi o, eƒe atsyɔ̃ gɔ̃ hã mayi yɔ me kplii o.
18 They congratulate themselves for all they possess—people always praise you when you do well—
Togbɔ be ebu eɖokui ame si woyra, eye amewo kafui esi nu le edzi dzem nɛ hã la,
19 but their destiny is the same as their forefathers: they will never again see the light of day.
ayi aɖawɔ ɖeka kple fofoa ƒe dzidzime si magakpɔ agbe ƒe kekeli akpɔ o.
20 Human beings, for all their fame, don't understand, and they die, just like the animals.
Ame si si kesinɔnuwo le, evɔ gɔmesese mele esi o la le abe gbemelã si tsrɔ̃ la ene.
