Psalms 7
1 Ode of David: which he sang unto Yahweh, on account of the words of Cush the Benjamite. O Yahweh my God, in thee, have I sought refuge, —Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me:
David ƒe konyifaha si wòdzi na Yehowa le Benyamintɔ, Kus ƒe nyawo ta. O! Yehowa, nye Mawu, wòe mesi tso, xɔ nam, eye nàɖem tso ame siwo katã le yonyeme tim la ƒe asi me.
2 Lest one tear, as a lion, my soul, —and there be no deliverer to rescue.
Ne menye nenema o la, woavuvum abe ale si dzata vuvua nui ene, eye woavuvum ʋayaʋaya, xɔnametɔ aɖeke mava ɖem o.
3 O Yahweh my God, If I have done this, If there hath been perversity in my hands:
O! Yehowa, nye Mawu, ne mewɔ nu sia, eye vɔ̃ lé ɖe nye asiwo ŋu,
4 If I have requited my friend with wrong, —or have oppressed mine adversary without need,
ne mewɔ nu vɔɖi ɖe ame si li kplim le ŋutifafa me ŋuti alo meda adzo nye futɔ naneke mawɔmawɔtɔe la,
5 Let an enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it, that he may tread down, to the earth, my life, —and, mine honour—in the dust, he may cause to dwell. (Selah)
ekema na nye futɔ nati yonyeme, eye eƒe asi nasu dzinye; na be wòafanyam ɖe anyigba, eye wòana matsi ke me adɔ. (Sela)
6 Rise! Yahweh! in thine anger, Lift thyself up, because of the haughty outbursts of mine adversaries, Stir up for me the justice thou hast commanded:
O! Yehowa, tso, le wò dziku me; tso ɖe nye futɔwo ƒe nyanyra ŋuti. Nyɔ, nye Mawu, ne nàɖo ʋɔnu dzɔdzɔe dɔdrɔ̃ anyi.
7 When, the assembly of peoples, gather round thee, then, above it—on high, do thou return!
Na be amehawo naƒo ƒu ɖe ŋuwò. Ɖu fia ɖe wo dzi tso dziƒo;
8 Yahweh, will judge the peoples, —Do me justice, O Yahweh, according to my righteousness, and according to mine integrity upon me,
na be Yehowa nadrɔ̃ ʋɔnu dukɔ la. O! Yehowa, tso afia nam le nye dzɔdzɔenyenye ta, O! Dziƒoʋĩtɔ, tso afia nam le nye nuteƒewɔwɔ ta.
9 Let the wrong of the lawless, I pray thee, come to an end, and establish thou him that is righteous, —for, a trier of hearts and reins, is God the righteous one.
O! Mawu dzɔdzɔetɔ, ame si dzroa susuwo kple dziwo me, na ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe nu vɔ̃ɖi wɔwɔ nu natso, eye nàna dedinɔnɔ ame dzɔdzɔewo.
10 My shield, is held by God, who is ready to save the upright in heart:
Nye akpoxɔnue nye Mawu Dziƒoʋĩtɔ la, ame si ɖea ame si dza le eƒe dzi me.
11 A God to vindicate the righteous, —And yet a God to be indignant throughout every day.
Mawue nye ʋɔnudrɔ̃la dzɔdzɔe, Mawu si ɖea eƒe dɔmedzoe fiana gbe sia gbe.
12 If he turn not, his sword, will he whet, —his bow, hath he bent, and made ready:
Nu metia kɔ nɛ o, anyre eƒe yi, eye wòavu eƒe dati me.
13 But, for himself, hath he made ready the weapons so deadly, His arrows, he, so fiery, would make:
Edzra eƒe lãnuwo ɖo da ɖi, eye eƒe aŋutrɔ bibiawo la etrɔ asi le wo ŋu wosɔ gbe.
14 Lo! he gendereth trouble, and conceiveth mischief, but giveth birth to a disappointment:
Ame si fɔ nu vɔ̃ɖi ƒe fu, eye dzɔgbevɔ̃e zu fu wòfɔ la, adzi beble ƒe vi.
15 A pit, he cut out, and digged it, and then fell into the ditch he had made:
Ame si ɖe ʋe, heku eme wògoglo nyuie la age dze ʋe si eya ŋutɔ ɖe la me.
16 His mischief, turneth back, on his own head, —and, on his own crown, his violence, descendeth.
Dzɔgbevɔ̃e si wòhe vɛ la atrɔ abali ɖe eya ŋutɔ ŋuti, eye eƒe ŋutasesẽ atrɔ ava eya ŋutɔ ƒe ta dzi.
17 I will praise Yahweh according to his righteousness, —and will praise in song the Name of Yahweh Most High.
Mada akpe na Yehowa le eƒe dzɔdzɔenyenye ta, eye madzi kafukafuha na Yehowa Dziƒoʋĩtɔ la ƒe ŋkɔ.
