Psalms 51
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. When Nathan the Prophet had come to him, after he had gone in unto Bath-sheba. Be favorable unto me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness, And, in the multitude of thy compassions, blot out my transgressions;
David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Ekpa ha sia esime wòwɔ ahasi kple Batseba, eye Nyagblɔɖila Natan va egbɔ. O! Mawu, kpɔ nye nublanui le wò lɔlɔ̃ si meʋãna o la ta. Le wò dɔmenyo sɔgbɔ la nu, tutu nye dzidadawo ɖa.
2 Thoroughly wash me from mine iniquity, And, from my sin, make me pure;
Klɔ nye vodadawo katã ɖa, eye nàle tsi nam ŋunye nakɔ tso nye nu vɔ̃wo me.
3 For, my transgressions, do, I, acknowledge, And, my sin, is before me continually:
Elabena menya nye dzidadawo, eye nye nu vɔ̃wo le nye ŋkume ɖaa.
4 Against thee—against thee alone, have I sinned, And, wickedness—in thine eyes, have I done, —That thou mayest, Be justified when thou speakest, —Be clear when thou judgest.
Ŋuwò, wò ko ŋu mewɔ nu vɔ̃ ɖo, eye nu si nye vɔ̃ le wò ŋkume la mewɔ, eya ta ne èle nu ƒom la, woaɖee afia be tɔwò dzɔ, eye ne ètso afia la, woagblɔ be ele eteƒe.
5 Lo! in iniquity, was I brought forth, And, in sin, did my mother conceive me.
Vavã, wodzim ɖe nu vɔ̃ me, eye nu vɔ̃ me danye fɔ nye fu ɖo.
6 Lo! faithfulness, hast thou desired in the inward parts, Yea, in the hidden part, wilt thou cause me to know, wisdom.
Vavã, nyateƒe si tso dzi me ke la nèdina; èfia nunyam le ememe ke.
7 Wilt thou cleanse me from sin with hyssop, That I may be pure? Wilt thou wash me, That I may be whiter, than snow?
Klɔ ŋutinye kple kakle, eye ŋunye aɖi; le tsi nam, eye mafu tititi wu aklala.
8 Wilt thou cause me to hear joy and gladness? The bones thou hast crushed would exult.
Na mase dzidzɔkpɔkpɔ kple aseyetsotso, ne nye ƒu siwo nèŋe la nakpɔ dzidzɔ.
9 Hide thy face from my sins, —And, all mine iniquities, blot out;
Ɣla wò mo ɖe nye nu vɔ̃wo, eye nàtutu nye vodadawo katã ɖa.
10 A pure heart, create for me, O God, And, a steadfast spirit, renew within me.
O! Mawu, wɔ dzi dzadzɛ aɖe nam, eye nàgbugbɔ gbɔgbɔ si li ke la de menye.
11 Do not cast me away from thy presence, And, thy Holy Spirit, do not take from me:
Mègatsɔm ƒu gbe le wò ŋkume, alo nàxɔ wò Gbɔgbɔ Kɔkɔe la le asinye o.
12 Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation, And, with a willing spirit, wilt thou uphold me: —
Gbugbɔ ɖeɖekpɔkpɔ ƒe dzidzɔ de menye, eye nàna gbɔgbɔ si le klalo la be wòalém ɖe asi.
13 I would teach transgressors thy ways, And, sinners, unto thee, should return.
Ekema mafia wò mɔwo dzidalawo, eye nu vɔ̃ wɔlawo atrɔ ava gbɔwò.
14 Rescue me from shed-blood, O God, the God of my salvation, My tongue should shout thy righteousness;
O! Mawu, ɖem tso ʋukɔkɔɖi ƒe nu vɔ̃ me, wò Mawu si ɖem, eye nye aɖe adzi ha le wò dzɔdzɔenyenye ŋu.
15 O My Lord! my lips, wilt thou open, And, my mouth, shall declare thy praise.
O! Aƒetɔ, ke nye nuyiwo, eye nye nu aɖe gbeƒã wò kafukafu.
16 For thou wilt not desire sacrifice—that I should give it, Ascending-offering, will not please:
Mèdia vɔsa o, anye ne metsɔe na wò; numevɔsa hã medoa dzidzɔ na wò o.
17 The sacrifices of God, are a spirit that is broken, —A heart—broken and crushed, O God, thou wilt not despise.
Vɔsa siwo nye Mawu tɔe nye gbɔgbɔ si wogbã. O! Mawu, màdo vlo dzi si gbã hetugu la o.
18 Do good, in thy good-pleasure, unto Zion, Wilt thou build the walls of Jerusalem!
Na nu nadze edzi na Zion le wò didi nyui la nu, eye nàɖo Yerusalem ƒe gliwo te.
19 Then, shalt thou desire the sacrifices of righteousness, Ascending-sacrifice and whole burnt-offering, Then, shall ascend upon thine altar, young bulls.
Ekema dzɔdzɔenyenyevɔsawo kple numevɔsa blibowo ava gbɔwò, ado dzidzɔ na wò, eye woatsɔ nyitsuwo asa vɔe le wò vɔsamlekpui dzi.
