Psalms 131

1 A song of degrees or Psalme of David. Lord, mine heart is not hautie, neither are mine eyes loftie, neither haue I walked in great matters and hid from me.

David ƒe Mɔzɔha. O! Yehowa, dada mele nye dzi me o, eye ŋku gã hã mele tanye o. Nyemetsɔa ɖeke le nya gãwo me loo, alo ƒoa ta ɖe nu siwo wɔ nuku nam akpa la me o,

2 Surely I haue behaued my selfe, like one wained from his mother, and kept silence: I am in my selfe as one that is wained.

gake mena nye luʋɔ zi ɖoɖoe, heli kpoo abe ale si ɖevi si ɖi no la nɔa dadaa ƒe akɔnu ene, eye nye luʋɔ le abe ɖevi si ɖi no la ene.

3 Let Israel waite on the Lord from hencefoorth and for euer.

O! Israel, tsɔ wò mɔkpɔkpɔ da ɖe Yehowa dzi, tso fifia yi ɖase ɖe mavɔmavɔ me ke.