Psalms 70

1 To the Chief Musician. David’s. To call to Remembrance. [Be pleased] O God, to rescue me, O Yahweh, to help me—make haste.

David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Kukuɖeɖe. O! Mawu, netsɔ nàɖem; O! Yehowa, va kaba nàxɔ nam.

2 Let them turn pale and then at once blush, Who are seeking my life, —Let them draw back, and be confounded, Who are taking pleasure in my misfortune;

Ŋukpe kple tɔtɔ neva ame siwo le nye agbe yome tim la dzi. Ame siwo le nye gbegblẽ dim la negbugbɔ ɖe megbe kple ŋukpe.

3 Let them turn back, on account of their own shame, Who are saying, Aha! Aha!

Na be ame siwo le gbɔgblɔm be, “Ɛhɛ̃! Ɛhɛ̃!” la natrɔ megbe adzo kple ŋukpe.

4 Let all them be glad and rejoice in thee, Yea, let them, who are seekers of thee, —say continually, God be magnified! Who are lovers of thy salvation.

Ke ame siwo dia wò la netso aseye; woakpɔ dzidzɔ le mewò, eye ame siwo lɔ̃a wò xɔname la negblɔ ɖaa be, “Woado Mawu ɖe dzi ɖaa!”

5 But, I, being humbled and needy, O God, haste to me, —My help and my deliverer, art thou, O Yahweh do not tarry.

Ke nye la, O Mawu, meda ahe, eye hiã tum, eya ta va gbɔnye kaba. O! Yehowa, mègahe ɖe megbe o, elabena wòe nye nye xɔnametɔ kple nye Ɖela.