Psalms 71
1 In thee, O Yahweh, have I sought refuge, May I not be ashamed unto times age-abiding:
O! Yehowa, mewòe mebe ɖo, mègana ŋu nakpem akpɔ gbeɖe o.
2 In thy righteousness, wilt thou rescue me, and deliver me, Incline unto me thine ear, and save me:
Xɔ nam, eye nàɖem le wò dzɔdzɔenyenye la ta; trɔ wò to ɖe gbɔnye, eye nàxɔ nam.
3 Be thou unto me, a Rock to dwell in, a Place of Security, To save me, For, my mountain crag and my stronghold, thou art.
Nye sitsoƒe ƒe agakpe, afi si mate ŋu abe ɖo ɣe sia ɣi. Ɖe gbe be woaxɔ nam, elabena wòe nye nye agakpe kple mɔ sesẽ.
4 Oh my God, deliver me, From the hand of the lawless one, From the clutch of the perverse and ruthless one;
O! Nye Mawu, ɖem tso ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe asi me, eye nàɖem tso nu tovo wɔlawo kple ŋutasẽlawo ƒe fego me.
5 For, thou, art my hope, My Lord, Yahweh, My confidence from my youthful days:
Elabena tso ɣe aɖe ɣi ke, wòe nye nye mɔkpɔkpɔ kple nye dzideƒo tso nye ɖekakpuime ke, O! Aƒetɔ Yehowa.
6 Upon thee, have I stayed myself from birth, Thou art he that severed me, from the body of my mother, Of thee, shall be my praise—continually.
Tso nye dzigbe ke, wò ko ŋu meku ɖo, elabena wòe ɖem tso danye ƒe dɔ me, eya ta makafu wò ɖaa.
7 A very wonder, have I been unto many, Seeing that, thou, hast been my strong refuge,
Mezu nu maɖinu na ame geɖewo, gake wòe nye nye mɔ sesẽ.
8 My mouth shall be filled with, thy praise, All the day, with thy splendour.
Wò kafukafu yɔ nye nu me, eye meɖea gbeƒã wò atsyɔ̃ŋkeke blibo la.
9 Do not cast me off in the time of old age, When my vigour faileth, do not forsake me;
Mègatsɔm ƒu gbe, ne meku amegã o, eye mègagblẽm ɖi ne ŋusẽ vɔ le ŋunye o.
10 For mine enemies have spoken of me, And, they who watch for my life, have taken counsel together;
Elabena nye futɔwo ƒo nu tsi tsitre ɖe ŋunye, eye ame siwo le lalam be yewoawum la, wɔ ɖeka ɖo nugbe ɖe ŋunye.
11 Saying, God, hath forsaken him, Pursue and take him, For there is none to rescue.
Wogblɔ be, “Mawu gblẽe ɖi, míti eyome, míalée, elabena ame aɖeke mava axɔ nɛ o.”
12 O God, be not far from me, O my God, to help me, make haste!
O! Mawu, mèganɔ adzɔge tso gbɔnye o, O! Nye Mawu, va kaba nàxɔ nam.
13 Let them be ashamed—be consumed, Who are assailing my life, —Let them be covered with reproach and confusion, Who are seeking my hurt.
Na be nunyetsolawo natsrɔ̃ kple ŋukpe, eye nàna be vlododo kple ŋukpe natsyɔ ame siwo di be yewoawɔ nuvevim la dzi.
14 But, I, continually will hope, And will add to all thy praise;
Ke nye ya la, mɔkpɔkpɔ anɔ asinye ɖaa, eye makafu wò, agakafu wò ɖe edzi.
15 My mouth, shall relate thy righteousness, All the day, thy deliverance, For I know not the numbers.
Nye nu aɖe gbeƒã wò dzɔdzɔenyenye kple wò xɔname ŋkeke blibo la, togbɔ be nyemenya eƒe kpekpeme o hã.
16 I will enter into the mighty doings of My Lord—Yahweh, I will make mention of thy righteousness—thine alone.
Mava aɖe gbeƒã wò nu dzɔatsuwo, O Aƒetɔ Yehowa. Maɖe gbeƒã wò dzɔdzɔenyenye, wò ɖeka tɔ ko.
17 O God, thou hast taught me from my youthful days, And, hitherto, have I been wont to tell of thy wonders;
O! Mawu; tso nye ɖekakpuime ke, nèfia num, eye va se ɖe egbe la, mele gbeƒã ɖem wò nu dzɔatsuwo.
18 Even now, therefore, that I am old and grayheaded, O God, do not forsake me, —Until I tell of thine arm unto a [new] generation, Unto every one that is to come, thy might;
O! Mawu, ne metsi, ƒo wɔ hã la, mègagblẽm ɖi o, va se ɖe esime maɖe gbeƒã wò ŋusẽ na dzidzime si ava dzɔ kple wò ŋusẽ na ame siwo woava dzi.
19 And, as for thy righteousness, O God, up on high, Wherein thou hast wrought great things, O God! who is like unto thee?
O! Mawu, wò dzɔdzɔenyenye yi ɖatɔ dziŋgɔli ke, wò ame si wɔ nu dzɔatsu geɖewo. O! Mawu, ame kae le abe wò ene?
20 Thou who hast let us see many distresses and misfortunes, Wilt again bring us to life, And, out of the resounding depths of the earth, wilt again raise us up;
Togbɔ be èna mekpɔ xaxa geɖe kple vevesese hã la, àgaɖo nye agbe te, eye àva kplɔm ado goe tso anyigba ƒe tume ke.
21 Thou wilt increase my greatness, And, on every side, wilt comfort me.
Àdzi nye bubu ɖe edzi, eye àgafa akɔ nam.
22 I also, will praise thee by the aid of a harp, Thy faithfulness, O my God, —I will make music unto thee with a lyre, Thou holy one of Israel;
O! Nye Mawu, makafu wò kple kasaŋku le wò nuteƒewɔwɔ ta; madzi kafukafuha na wò kple gasaŋku, O! Israel ƒe Kɔkɔetɔ.
23 My lips shall make a joyful noise, When I make music unto thee, And my soul which thou hast ransomed;
Nye nuyiwo ado dzidzɔɣli, ne mele kafukafuhawo dzim na wò, nye ame si nèɖe.
24 Even my tongue, all the day, shall softly utter thy righteousness, For they have turned pale—for they have blushed, Who were seeking my hurt.
Nye aɖe agblɔ wò dzɔdzɔenyenye ƒe dɔwo ŋkeke blibo la, elabena ŋukpe kple tɔtɔ va ame siwo di be yewoawɔ nuvevim la dzi.
