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?

Don mai bi da kaɗe-kaɗe. Zabura ta Dawuda. Har yaushe, ya Ubangiji? Za ka manta da ni har abada ne? Har yaushe za ka ɓoye fuskarka daga gare ni?

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?

Har yaushe zan yi kokawa da tunanina kuma kowace rana in kasance da damuwa a zuciyata? Har yaushe abokin gābana zai yi nasara a kaina?

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

Ka dube ni ka amsa mini, ya Ubangiji Allahna. Ka ba da haske ga fuskata, ko in yi barci cikin mutuwa;

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

abokin gābana zai ce, “Na sha ƙarfinsa,” kuma abokan gābana za su yi murna sa’ad da na fāɗi.

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

Amma na dogara a kan ƙaunarka marar ƙarewa; zuciyata tana farin ciki a cikin cetonka.

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

Zan rera ga Ubangiji gama ya yi mini alheri.