< Psalms 83 >

1 A Song, a Melody of Asaph. O God, Do not keep quiet, Do not hold thy peace, Neither be thou still, O GOD!
Asaf ƒe ha. O! Mawu, mègazi kpi o, O! Mawu, mègazi ɖoɖoe o, mèganɔ anyi kpoo o.
2 For lo! thine enemies, are tumultuous, And, they who hate thee, have lifted up the head;
Kpɔ ale si wò futɔwo le nyanyram ɖa, kpɔ ale si wò ketɔwo kɔ ta dzii ɖa.
3 Against thy people, they craftily devise a secret plot, And conspire against thy treasured ones.
Wole nu baɖa ɖom ɖe wò dukɔ ŋu le ayeme, eye woɖo nugbe ɖe ame siwo nèlɔ̃na la ŋu.
4 They have said—Come, and let us wipe them out from being a nation, That the name of Israel may be remembered no more.
Wogblɔ be, “Miva, míatsrɔ̃ wo, be womaganye dukɔ o, eye womagaɖo ŋku Israel ƒe ŋkɔ dzi akpɔ gbeɖe o.”
5 For they have taken counsel with one heart, Against thee—a covenant, would they solemnize—
Wotsɔ tameɖoɖo ɖeka de adaŋu, eye wobla ɖe ŋuwò,
6 The tents of Edom, and the Ishmaelites, of Moab and the Hagarenes;
ame siwo le Edom ƒe agbadɔwo me, Ismaelitɔwo, Moabtɔwo, Hagritɔwo,
7 Gebal and Ammon, and Amalek, The Philistines, with the dwellers in Tyre;
Gebalitɔwo, Amonviwo, Amalekitɔwo, Filistitɔwo kple ame siwo tso Tiro.
8 Even Assyria hath joined herself with them, They have become an arm to the sons of Lot. (Selah)
Asiria gɔ̃ hã kpe ɖe wo ŋu, be wòado alɔ Lot ƒe dzidzimeviwo. (Sela)
9 Make them like Midian, like Sisera, like Jabin, by the torrent of Kishon;
Wɔ wo abe ale si nèwɔ Midian, Sisera kple Yabin le Kison tɔsisi la to ene,
10 They perished at En-dor, They become manure for the soil!
ame siwo tsrɔ̃ le Endor, eye wole abe gbeɖuɖɔ ene le anyigba.
11 Make them—their nobles—like Oreb and like Zeeb, And, like Zebah and like Zalmunna, all their princes:
Wɔ woƒe bubumewo abe Oreb kple Zeb ene, eye woƒe dumegãwo abe Zeba kple Zalmuna ene,
12 Who said—Let us take a possession for ourselves, The pastures of God!
ame siwo gblɔ be, “Mina míaxɔ Mawu ƒe lãnyiƒewo.”
13 O my God, make them, As whirling [dust], As chaff before a wind;
O! Nye Mawu, wɔ wo abe betsyo kple blitsa si ya lɔ ɖe nu ene.
14 As a fire burneth a forest, —And as a flame setteth mountains ablaze,
Abe ale si dzo biaa ave, alo dzo ƒe aɖe tɔa dzo towo ene la,
15 So, wilt thou pursue them with thy tempest, —And, with thy storm-wind, wilt terrify them:
nenemae nàti wo yomee kple wò ya sesẽ, eye nàdo ŋɔdzi na wo kple wò ahom.
16 Fill thou their faces with dishonour, That men may seek thy Name, O Yahweh;
Tsɔ ŋukpe tsyɔ mo na wo, ale be amewo nadi wò ŋkɔ, O Yehowa.
17 Let them turn pale, and be terrified to futurity, Yea let them blush, and perish:
Na ŋukpe nalé wo, woƒe mo natsi dãa, eye wonetsrɔ̃ le ŋukpe me.
18 That men may know that, thou, Whose Name alone is Yahweh, Art Most High over all the earth.
Na woanya be wò, ame si ŋkɔe nye Yehowa la, wò koe nye Dziƒoʋĩtɔ la ɖe anyigba blibo la dzi.

< Psalms 83 >