Psalms 39
1 “A psalm of David. For the leader of the music of the Jeduthunites.” I said, I will take heed to my ways, That I may not sin with my tongue; I will keep my mouth with a bridle, While the wicked is before me.
David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ Yedutun. Megblɔ be, “Malé ŋku ɖe nye mɔwo ŋu, akpɔ nye aɖe dzi be mawɔ nu vɔ̃ o, eye zi ale si ame vɔ̃ɖi la gale ŋkunye me la, made ga nye nu.”
2 I was dumb with silence; I spake not even what was good; But my pain was increased.
Gake esi mezi ɖoɖoe li kpoo, eye nyemele nya nyui aɖeke gblɔm o hã la, nye vevesese do ga ɖe edzi.
3 My heart was hot within me; In my anguish the fire burst forth, And I spake with my tongue:
Nye dzi xɔ dzo ɖe dɔ me nam; esi mele ŋugble dem la, exɔ dzo ɖe edzi; tete meƒo nu kple nye aɖe.
4 LORD, make me to know mine end, And the number of my days, That I may know how frail I am!
“O! Yehowa, fia nye agbe ƒe nuwuwu kple ŋkeke ale si manɔ agbee lam; eye na manya ale si nye agbe le du dzii.
5 Behold, thou hast made my days as a hand-breadth, And my life is as nothing before thee; Yea, every man in his firmest state is altogether vanity. (Pause)
Èwɔ nye ŋkekewo wole abe asi ƒe kekeme ko ene, eye nye agbenɔɣi menye naneke le ŋkuwò me o. Amegbetɔ ɖe sia ɖe ƒe agbe le abe ƒuƒu ko ene. (Sela)
6 Surely every man walketh in a vain show; Surely he disquieteth himself in vain; He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.
“Amegbetɔ le yiyim, le gbɔgbɔm, ke vɔvɔli ko wònye. Ele agbagba dzem, gake wo katã nye nu dzodzro Eli kɔ kesinɔnuwo gleglegle, gake menya ame si ƒe asi me woayi ɖo o.
7 What, then, O Lord! is my hope? My hope is in thee!
“Aƒetɔ, ke azɔ la, nu ka makpɔ mɔ na? Nye mɔkpɔkpɔ le mewò.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions; Let me not be the reproach of scoffers!
Ɖem tso nye vodadawo katã me, eye mègawɔm mazu alɔmeɖenu na yakamewo o.
9 Yet I am dumb; I open not my mouth; For thou hast done it!
Mezi ɖoɖoe, nyemake nu o, elabena wòe wɔ esia.
10 But remove from me thine infliction; For I am perishing by the blow of thine hand.
Ɖe wò tohehe si le dzinye la ɖa; wò asi va dzinye kple ŋusẽ ale metsi anyigba.
11 When thou with rebukes dost chasten man for iniquity, Thou causest his glory to waste away like a moth! Surely every man is vanity.
Èkaa mo, eye nèhea to na amewo ɖe woƒe nu vɔ̃wo ta; ègblẽa woƒe kesinɔnuwo dome abe agbagblaʋui ene, ale amegbetɔ ɖe sia ɖe le abe ƒuƒu ko ene. (Sela)
12 Hear my prayer, O LORD! Give ear to my cry; Be not silent at my tears! For I am but a stranger with thee, A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
“O! Yehowa, se nye gbedodoɖa, nye ɣlidodo hena kpekpeɖeŋu nede to me na wò; mègado toku nye avifafa o. Amedzro kple mɔzɔla menye le gbɔwò abe ale si fofonyewo katã nɔ ene.
13 O spare me, that I may recover strength, Before I go away, and be no more!
Ɖe ŋku ɖa le ŋunye, ale be magakpɔ dzidzɔ hafi mayi, eye nyemaganɔ anyi o.”
