Psalms 21
1 “To the chief musician, a psalm of David.” O Lord, because of thy strength will the king rejoice; and through thy salvation how greatly will he be glad!
David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. O! Yehowa, fia la le dzidzɔ kpɔm le wò ŋusẽ me. Ale gbegbe wòle aseye tsom le dziɖuɖu gã siwo nènae la ta!
2 The longing of his heart hast thou given him, and the request of his lips hast thou not withholden. (Selah)
Ètsɔ nu si eƒe dzi di la nɛ, eye nèwɔ nu siwo wòtsɔ eƒe nu bia la dzi nɛ. (Sela)
3 For thou meetest him unasked with the blessings of happiness: thou settest on his head a crown of pure gold.
Ètsɔ yayra xɔasi geɖewo do dza nɛ, eye nètsɔ fiakuku si wowɔ kple sika nyuitɔ la ɖɔ nɛ.
4 Life hath he asked of thee, thou gavest it to him, length of days for ever and ever.
Ebia agbe wò, eye nènae hedidi eƒe ŋkekewo tso mavɔ me yi mavɔ me.
5 Great is his honor through thy help: glory and majesty thou layest upon him.
Eƒe ŋkɔxɔxɔ de du to dziɖuɖu siwo nènae la me. Ètsɔ atsyɔ̃ kple bubu kɔ ɖe eya amea dzi.
6 For thou appointest him to be a blessing for ever: thou makest him glad with joy from thy presence.
Vavã ènae yayra si nu meyina o, eye nèna dzidzɔkpɔkpɔ kple aseyetsotsoe le ŋkuwò me.
7 For the king trusteth in the Lord; and through the kindness of the Most High shall he not be moved.
Elabena fia la ɖo dzi ɖe Yehowa ŋu, eye le Dziƒoʋĩtɔ la ƒe lɔlɔ̃ si meʋãna o ta la, mavɔ̃ akpɔ gbeɖe o.
8 Thy hand will reach all thy enemies: thy right hand will reach those that hate thee.
Wò asi alé wò futɔwo katã, eye wò nuɖusi atu wò ketɔwo.
9 Thou wilt render them as a fiery oven at the time of thy anger: the Lord in his wrath will destroy them, and a fire will devour them.
Ne wò vavaɣi ɖo la, àwɔ wo abe kpodzo bibi ene. Yehowa ami wo le eƒe dɔmedzoe me, eye eƒe dzo afia wo katã.
10 Their fruit wilt thou cause to perish from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men.
Àtsrɔ̃ woƒe dzidzimeviwo ɖa le anyigba dzi, eye àtsrɔ̃ woƒe nunɔamesiwo ɖa le amegbetɔwo dome.
11 For they directed against thee evil: they devised a mischievous purpose, which they were not able to perform.
Togbɔ be wole vɔ̃ ɖom ɖe ŋuwò, eye wowɔ ɖoɖowo be woasẽ ŋuta le ŋuwò hã la, madze edzi na wo o,
12 For thou wilt make them turn their back; upon thy bow-strings thou wilt make ready [thy arrows] against their face.
elabena ne èdidi wò aŋutrɔ ɖe wo dzi la, woatrɔ ʋu me ade wò adzo.
13 Exalt thyself, O Lord, in thy strength; [and] we will sing and praise thy power.
Ède ŋgɔ, O! Yehowa, le wò ŋusẽ me; eya ta míadzi ha, eye míakafu wò ŋusẽ.
