Psalms 65
1 “To the chief musician, a psalm [and] song of David.” For thee praise is waiting, O God, in Zion: and unto thee shall vows be paid.
Fún adarí orin. Saamu ti Dafidi. Orin. Ìyìn ń dúró dè ọ́, Ọlọ́run, ní Sioni; sí ọ ni a ó mú ẹ̀jẹ́ wa ṣẹ.
2 O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee all flesh shall come.
Ìwọ tí ó ń gbọ́ àdúrà, gbogbo ènìyàn yóò sì wá sọ́dọ̀ rẹ.
3 The iniquitous things have become too mighty for me: our transgressions—these wilt thou wipe away.
Ọ̀ràn àìṣedéédéé borí mi bí ó ṣe ti ìrékọjá wa ni! Ìwọ ni yóò wẹ̀ wọ́n nù kúrò.
4 Happy is he whom thou choosest, and causest to approach, that he may dwell in thy courts: let us be satisfied with the happiness of thy house, the holiness of thy temple.
Ìbùkún ni fún àwọn tí o yàn tí o mú wa láti máa gbé àgọ́ rẹ! A tẹ́ wá lọ́rùn pẹ̀lú ohun rere inú ilé rẹ, ti tẹmpili mímọ́ rẹ.
5 With terrific deeds in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of the sea, that are far away;
Ìwọ dá wa lóhùn pẹ̀lú ohun ìyanu ti òdodo, Ọlọ́run olùgbàlà wa, ẹni tí ṣe ìgbẹ́kẹ̀lé gbogbo òpin ayé àti àwọn tí ó jìnnà nínú òkun,
6 Who setteth firmly the mountains by his power, who is girded with might;
ìwọ tí ó dá òkè nípa agbára rẹ, tí odi ara rẹ ní àmùrè agbára,
7 Who assuageth the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the tumult of nations.
ẹni tí ó mú rírú omi òkun dákẹ́, ríru ariwo omi wọn, àti ìdágìrì àwọn ènìyàn.
8 And they that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid of thy wondrous signs: the outgoings of the morning and evening thou causest to rejoice.
Àwọn tí ó ń gbé òkèrè bẹ̀rù, nítorí àmì rẹ wọ̀n-ọn-nì; ìwọ mú ìjáde òwúrọ̀ àti ti àṣálẹ́ yọ̀, ìwọ pè fún orin ayọ̀.
9 Thou hast thought of the earth, and waterest her abundantly; thou greatly enrichest her; the brook of God is full of water: thou preparest their corn, when thou hast thus prepared her.
Ìwọ bẹ ayé wò, o sì bomirin; ìwọ mú un ọ̀rọ̀ púpọ̀. Odò Ọlọ́run kún fún omi láti pèsè ọkà fún àwọn ènìyàn, nítorí ibẹ̀ ni ìwọ ti yàn án.
10 Watering her furrows abundantly, smoothing down her ridges, thou softenest her with showers; thou blessest her growth.
Ìwọ fi bomirin sí aporo rẹ̀ ìwọ tẹ́ ògúlùtu rẹ̀; ìwọ fi òjò mú ilẹ̀ rẹ̀ rọ̀, o sì bùkún ọ̀gbìn rẹ̀.
11 Thou hast crowned the year of thy goodness; and thy tracks drop fatness:
Ìwọ fi oore rẹ dé ọdún ní adé, ọ̀rá ń kán ní ipa ọ̀nà rẹ.
12 The pastures of the wilderness are dropping [with plenty]: and the hills are girt with gladness.
Pápá tútù ní aginjù ń kan àwọn òkè kéékèèké fi ayọ̀ di ara wọn ní àmùrè.
13 The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are enveloped with corn: men shout for joy, [yea, ] they also sing.
Agbo ẹran ni a fi wọ pápá tútù náà ní aṣọ; àfonífojì ni a fi ọkà bò mọ́lẹ̀, wọ́n hó fún ayọ̀, wọ́n ń kọrin pẹ̀lú.
