Psalms 13

1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. How long, O Yahweh, wilt thou wholly forget me? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. O! Yehowa, va se ɖe ɣe ka ɣi? Ɖe nàŋlɔm be ɖikaɖika? Va se ɖe ɣe ka ɣi nàɣla wò ŋkume ɖem?

2 How long shall I lay up cares within my soul, sorrow in my heart, day by day? How long shall mine enemy lift himself up over me?

Va se ɖe ɣe ka ɣi mawɔ avu kple nye tamesusu, eye gbe sia gbe nuxaxa nayɔ nye dzi me? Va se ɖe ɣe ka ɣi nye futɔwo aɖu dzinye?

3 Have regard! answer me O Yahweh my God, —Light up mine eyes, lest I sleep on into death:

Kpɔm ɖa, eye nàɖo nya ŋu nam, O! Yehowa, nye Mawu. Na kekeli naklẽ ɖe nye ŋkuwo dzi, ne menye nenema o la, madɔ alɔ̃ ayi ku me.

4 Lest mine enemy say, I have prevailed over him! and, mine adversaries, exult, that I totter.

Ekema nye futɔwo agblɔ be, “Meɖu edzi,” eye nye ketɔwo akpɔ dzidzɔ ne medze anyi.

5 But, I, in thy lovingkindness, have put my trust, My heart shall exult in thy salvation:

Ke nye ya meɖo dzi ɖe wò lɔlɔ̃ si meʋãna o la ŋu, nye dzi le aseye tsom le wò xɔname ŋuti.

6 I will sing to Yahweh, for he hath dealt beautifully with me.

Madzi ha na Yehowa, elabena ewɔ nyui nam.