Psalms 75

1 [For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A Psalm by Asaph. A song.] We give thanks to you, God. We give thanks, for your Name is near. Men tell about your wondrous works.

Asaf ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la, ne woadzii ɖe “Mègagblẽ nu o” ƒe gbeɖiɖi nu. O! Mawu, míeda akpe na wò, míeda akpe na wò, elabena wò ŋkɔ tsɔ ɖe mía gbɔ, eye amewo le wò nukunuwo xlẽm fia.

2 When I choose the appointed time, I will judge blamelessly.

Ègblɔ be, “Meɖo ɣeyiɣi da ɖi, elabena nyee adrɔ̃ ʋɔnu le dzɔdzɔenyenye me.

3 The earth and all its inhabitants quake. I firmly hold its pillars. (Selah)

Ne anyigba kple edzinɔlawo ʋuʋu kpekpekpe la, nyee léa eƒe sɔtiwo ɖe asi sesĩe. (Sela)

4 I said to the arrogant, "Do not boast." I said to the wicked, "Do not lift up the horn.

Megblɔ na ɖokuiŋudzelawo be, ‘Midzudzɔ dada,’ eye na ame vɔ̃ɖi be, ‘Mègakɔ wò dzo ɖe dzi o.

5 Do not lift up your horn on high. Do not speak with a stiff neck."

Mègakɔ wò dzowo ɖe dzi ɖe dziƒo ŋu o, eye mègahe ve hafi nànɔ nu ƒom o.’”

6 For neither from the east, nor from the west, nor yet from the south, comes exaltation.

Dodoɖedzi metsoa ɣedzeƒe, ɣetoɖoƒe alo gbegbe vana na ame o,

7 But God is the judge. He puts down one, and lifts up another.

ke boŋ Mawue nye afiatsola, eɖea ame sia le zi dzi, eye wòdoa ame kemɛ ɖe dzi.

8 For in the hand of the LORD there is a cup, full of foaming wine mixed with spices. He pours it out. Indeed the wicked of the earth drink and drink it to its very dregs.

Kplu aɖe le Yehowa ƒe asi me, wain si lɔ fu ɖe nu, eye wotsɔ nu ʋeʋĩ tɔtɔe la le eme; ekui na ame vɔ̃ɖi siwo le anyigba dzi, wonoe, no ahaƒã si le egɔme la hã ƒiaƒiaƒia.

9 But I will declare this forever: I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

Ke nye la, manɔ esia gblɔm ɖaa be; madzi kafukafuha na Yakob ƒe Mawu la;

10 I will cut off all the horns of the wicked, but the horns of the righteous shall be lifted up.

maŋe ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe dzowo, ke woado ame dzɔdzɔewo ƒe dzowo ɖe dzi.