Psalms 9
1 For the end, a Psalm of David, concerning the secrets of the Son. I will give thanks to you, O Lord, with my whole heart; I will recount all your wonderful works.
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 exult in you: I will sing to your name, O you Most High.
Dzi adzɔm, eye matso aseye le mewò; O Dziƒoʋĩtɔ, madzi kafukafuhawo na wò ŋkɔ.
3 When mine enemies are turned back, they shall be feeble and perish at your presence.
Nye futɔwo trɔ megbe; wokli nu, eye wo katã wotsrɔ̃ le ŋkuwò me.
4 For you have maintained my cause and my right; you sat on the throne, that judge righteousness.
Elabena wòe xɔ nye nya, eye nèɖe nye dzɔdzɔenyenye ɖe go. Ènɔ wò fiazikpui dzi, eye nèdrɔ̃ ʋɔnu dzɔdzɔe.
5 You have rebuked the nations, and the ungodly one has perished; you have blotted out their name for ever, even 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 utterly; and you have destroyed cities: their memorial has been destroyed 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 endures for ever: he has prepared his throne for judgment.
Yehowa aɖu fia tegbetegbe; eɖo eƒe fiazikpui anyi hena ʋɔnudɔdrɔ̃.
8 And he will judge the world in righteousness, he will judge the nations in uprightness.
Adrɔ̃ ʋɔnu xexea me le dzɔdzɔenyenye me; akplɔ dukɔwo katã le nuteƒewɔwɔ me.
9 The Lord also is become a refuge for the poor, a seasonable help, in affliction.
Yehowa nye sitsoƒe na ame siwo wote ɖe anyi kple mɔ sesẽ le xaxaɣiwo.
10 And let them that know your name hope in you: for you, O Lord, have not failed them that diligently seek you.
Ame siwo nya wò ŋkɔ la aɖo dzi ɖe ŋuwò, elabena wò Yehowa, megble ame siwo dia wò la ɖi kpɔ o.
11 Sing praises to the Lord, who dwells in Sion: declare his dealings among the nations.
Midzi kafukafuhawo na Yehowa, ame si nɔ fiazikpui dzi gli le Zion, miɖe gbeƒã nu siwo wòwɔ la le dukɔwo dome.
12 For he remembered them, [in] making inquisition for blood: he has not forgotten the supplication of the poor.
Elabena eya, ame si biaa hlɔ̃ hlɔ̃dolawo la, ɖoa ŋku edzi, medoa toku hiãtɔwo ƒe ɣlidodo o.
13 Have mercy upon me, O Lord; look upon my affliction [which I suffer] of mine enemies, you that lift me up from the gates of death:
O Yehowa, kpɔ ale si nye futɔwo le yonyeme tim ɖa! Kpɔ nye nublanui, eye nàkɔm tso ku ƒe agbowo me,
14 that I may declare all your praises in the gates of the daughter of Sion: I will exult in your salvation.
be maɖe wò kafukafu afia le Zion Vinyɔnu ƒe agbowo me, eye le afi ma matso aseye le ɖeɖe si nènam la ta.
15 The heathen are caught in the destruction which they planned: in the very snare which they hid is their foot taken.
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 is known as executing judgments: the sinner is taken in the works of his hands. (A song of, Pause)
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 shall not be forgotten for ever: the patience of the needy ones 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 prevail: let the heathen be judged before you.
Tso, O Yehowa! Mègana amegbetɔ naɖu dzi o, na woadrɔ̃ ʋɔnu dukɔwo le ŋkuwò me.
20 Appoint, O Lord, a lawgiver over them: let the heathen know that they are men. (Pause)
O! Yehowa, ƒo wo ƒu anyi kple ŋɔdzi; na dukɔwo nanya be amegbetɔwo yewonye. (Sela)
