Psalms 24

1 David’s. A Melody. To Yahweh, belongeth, The earth and the fulness thereof, The world, and they who dwell therein;

David ƒe ha. Anyigba kple nu siwo katã yɔ edzi, xexea me kple emenɔlawo katã nye Yehowa tɔ.

2 For, he, upon the seas, hath founded it, and upon the currents, doth make it firm.

Elabena eɖoe anyi ɖe atsiaƒu dzi, eye wòɖo egɔme anyi ɖe tɔsisiwo dzi gli.

3 Who shall ascend the mountain of Yahweh? And who shall stand in his holy place?

Ame kae alia Yehowa ƒe togbɛ? Ame kae atsi tsitre ɖe eƒe kɔkɔeƒe la?

4 The clean of hands, and pure of heart, —who hath not uplifted, to falsehood, his soul, nor sworn deceitfully,

Ame si ƒe asi me dza, eye eƒe dzi me le dzadzɛe, ame si metsɔ eƒe luʋɔ na legba o, eye mekaa aʋatso heta nu dzodzro o.

5 Shall bear away a blessing from Yahweh, and righteousness, from his delivering God.

Eya axɔ yayra tso Yehowa gbɔ, eye Mawu, eƒe Ɖela la, atso afia nɛ.

6 This, is the generation of them who inquire of him, who seek thy face, O God of Jacob. (Selah)

O! Yakob ƒe Mawu, aleae dzidzime si dia wò, eye wòdia ŋkuwòme la le. (Sela)

7 Lift up, O ye gates, your heads, and lift yourselves up, ye age-abiding doors, That the king of glory may come in.

O! Mi agbowo, miʋu; mi blemaʋɔtruwo, miʋu, ne Ŋutikɔkɔefia la nage ɖe eme.

8 Who is the king of glory? Yahweh, strong and mighty, Yahweh, mighty in war.

Ame kae nye Ŋutikɔkɔefia la? Yehowa ŋusẽtɔ kple kalẽtɔ lae, Yehowa si wɔa kalẽ le aʋagbedzi lae.

9 Lift up, O ye gates, your heads, yea lift [them] up, ye age-abiding doors, That the king of glory may come in.

O! Mi agbowo, miʋu; mi blemaʋɔtruwo, miʋu, ne Ŋutikɔkɔefia la nage ɖe eme.

10 Who then is the king of glory? Yahweh of hosts, He, is the king of glory. (Selah)

Ame kae nye Ŋutikɔkɔefia sia? Yehowa Ŋusẽkatãtɔ lae nye Ŋutikɔkɔefia la. (Sela)