Psalms 21
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. O Yahweh, in thy strength, will the king rejoice, and, in thy salvation, how greatly will he exult!
David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. O! Yehowa, fia la le dzidzɔ kpɔm le wò ŋusẽ me. Ale gbegbe wòle aseye tsom le dziɖuɖu gã siwo nènae la ta!
2 The longing of his heart, hast thou given him, and, the request of his lips, hast thou not withheld. (Selah)
Ètsɔ nu si eƒe dzi di la nɛ, eye nèwɔ nu siwo wòtsɔ eƒe nu bia la dzi nɛ. (Sela)
3 For thou wilt come to meet him, with the blessings of goodness, Thou wilt set on his head, a crown of pure gold.
Ètsɔ yayra xɔasi geɖewo do dza nɛ, eye nètsɔ fiakuku si wowɔ kple sika nyuitɔ la ɖɔ nɛ.
4 Life, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.
Ebia agbe wò, eye nènae hedidi eƒe ŋkekewo tso mavɔ me yi mavɔ me.
5 Great is his glory, in thy salvation, Honour and majesty, wilt thou lay upon him;
Eƒe ŋkɔxɔxɔ de du to dziɖuɖu siwo nènae la me. Ètsɔ atsyɔ̃ kple bubu kɔ ɖe eya amea dzi.
6 For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;
Vavã ènae yayra si nu meyina o, eye nèna dzidzɔkpɔkpɔ kple aseyetsotsoe le ŋkuwò me.
7 For, the king, is trusting in Yahweh, and, in the lovingkindness of the Highest, shall he not be shaken.
Elabena fia la ɖo dzi ɖe Yehowa ŋu, eye le Dziƒoʋĩtɔ la ƒe lɔlɔ̃ si meʋãna o ta la, mavɔ̃ akpɔ gbeɖe o.
8 Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.
Wò asi alé wò futɔwo katã, eye wò nuɖusi atu wò ketɔwo.
9 Thou wilt make them like a furnace of fire, at the time of thy presence, —Yahweh, in his anger, will swallow them up, and there shall consume them a fire:
Ne wò vavaɣi ɖo la, àwɔ wo abe kpodzo bibi ene. Yehowa ami wo le eƒe dɔmedzoe me, eye eƒe dzo afia wo katã.
10 Their fruit—out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;
Àtsrɔ̃ woƒe dzidzimeviwo ɖa le anyigba dzi, eye àtsrɔ̃ woƒe nunɔamesiwo ɖa le amegbetɔwo dome.
11 For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.
Togbɔ be wole vɔ̃ ɖom ɖe ŋuwò, eye wowɔ ɖoɖowo be woasẽ ŋuta le ŋuwò hã la, madze edzi na wo o,
12 For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.
elabena ne èdidi wò aŋutrɔ ɖe wo dzi la, woatrɔ ʋu me ade wò adzo.
13 Be exalted, O Yahweh, in thy strength! With song and with string will we sound forth thy power.
Ède ŋgɔ, O! Yehowa, le wò ŋusẽ me; eya ta míadzi ha, eye míakafu wò ŋusẽ.
