Psalms 58
1 To the Chief Musician. "Do not Destroy." A precious Psalm, of David. Are ye, indeed, silent [when] righteousness, ye should speak? When, with equity, ye should judge, O ye sons of men?
David ƒe nufiameha na hɛnɔ la. Woadzii ɖe “Mègagblẽ nu o” ƒe gbeɖiɖi nu. Ɖe mi dziɖulawo mietoa nyateƒea? Ɖe mietsoa afia dzɔdzɔe na amewoa?
2 Aye! ye all do work, perversity, —Throughout the land, your hands, weigh out, violence!
Ao, nu madzɔmadzɔ wɔwɔ boŋ míeɖo ɖe miaƒe dziwo me, eye míaƒe asiwo wɔa ŋutasẽnu le anyigba dzi.
3 Lawless men have been estranged from birth, They have gone astray from their nativity, speaking falsehood;
Ame vɔ̃ɖiwo tra mɔ tso keke woƒe vidzĩ me ke, eye tso wo dadawo ƒe dɔ me ke, wodze aglã, hedaa alakpa.
4 Their poison, is like unto the poison of a serpent, Like the deaf adder, that stoppeth his ear;
Woƒe aɖi le abe da ƒe aɖi ene. Egale abe ƒli si xe nu eƒe to me ene,
5 That will not hearken to the voice of whisperers, Though the wise one try to bind him with spells.
eye ne gbesala ɖe gbe nɛ la, mewɔa edzi o; aleke gbegbee dzotɔ la bi ɖe gbesasa mee hã la, mesenɛ o.
6 O God! break away their teeth in their mouth, The biters of the young lions, knock thou out, O Yahweh!
O, Mawu, ŋe aɖu ɖe nu me na wo, O, Yehowa, tu tsyo na dzata la!
7 Let such men flow away like waters that disperse themselves: He prepareth his arrow, Like [grass] let them be cut down:
Wo nu neyi abe tsi si si va yi la ene. Ne wovu woƒe dawo me la, woƒe aŋutrɔwo nu netsi.
8 Like a snail, which melteth away as it goeth, An untimely birth of a woman, which hath not seen the sun:
Wole abe abɔbɔ si va yi, eye etoƒe bu la ene. Wonenɔ abe fu gege ene, be womakpɔ ɣe o.
9 Before your kettles can perceive the [kindled] bramble, Be he green or be he withered, he shall be swept away.
Hafi miaƒe zewo nase ŋutidzo si wodo ɖe wo te ŋkɔ, eɖanye mumua, alo ƒuƒua o, woakplɔ ame vɔ̃ɖi la adzoe.
10 The righteous man will rejoice when he hath seen an avenging, His feet, will he bathe in the blood of the lawless one: —
Ame dzɔdzɔewo akpɔ dzidzɔ, ne wole hlɔ̃ biam ɖe wo nu, eye wole woƒe afɔwo klɔm ɖe ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe ʋu me.
11 So that a son of earth may say—Surely there is fruit for the righteous man! Surely there are gods who judge in the earth!
Ekema amewo agblɔ be, “Vavã, wogale eteƒe ɖom na ame dzɔdzɔe, eye Mawu aɖe li si drɔ̃a ʋɔnu anyigba vavã.”
