Psalms 92
1 A psalm, a song for the Sabbath day. It is a good thing to give thanks to Yahweh and to sing praises to your name, Most High,
Ha si wokpa. Hadzidzi. Na Dzudzɔgbe ŋkeke la. Enyo be woakafu Yehowa, eye woadzi ha na wò ŋkɔ, o Dziƒoʋĩtɔ,
2 to proclaim your covenant faithfulness in the morning and your truthfulness every night,
ne woaɖe gbeƒã wò lɔlɔ̃ le ŋdi me kple wò nuteƒewɔwɔ le fiẽ me,
3 with a harp of ten strings and with the melody of the lyre.
ɖe ka ewo gakasaŋku kple kasaŋku ƒe gbe vivi nu.
4 For you, Yahweh, have made me glad through your deeds. I will sing for joy because of the deeds of your hands.
O! Yehowa, èna mekpɔ dzidzɔ le wò nuwɔnawo ta. Medzi ha tso aseye le wò asinudɔwo ta.
5 How great are your deeds, Yahweh! Your thoughts are very deep.
O! Yehowa, wò dɔwɔwɔwo lolo loo, aleke wò susuwo me goglo ale?
6 A brutish person does not know, nor does a fool understand this:
Numanyala menya esia o, eye bometsilawo mese egɔme o,
7 When the wicked sprout like the grass, and even when all the evildoers thrive, still they are doomed to eternal destruction.
be togbɔ be ame vɔ̃ɖi tsi mlɔmlɔmlɔ abe gbe ene, eye nu tovo wɔlawo ƒo se hã la, woatsrɔ̃ wo gbidigbidi.
8 But you, Yahweh, will reign forever.
Ke wò, o Yehowa, woado wò ɖe dzi tegbetegbe.
9 Indeed, look at your enemies, Yahweh! Indeed, look at your enemies. They will perish! All those who do evil will be scattered.
Vavã, wò futɔwo, o Yehowa, atsrɔ̃ le nyateƒe me, eye nu vlo wɔlawo katã aka ahlẽ gbẽe.
10 You have lifted up my horn like the horn of the wild ox; I am anointed with fresh oil.
Èkɔ nye dzo ɖe dzi abe to tɔ ene, eye nèkɔ ami nyuitɔwo ɖe dzinye.
11 My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies; my ears have heard of the doom of my evil foes.
Nye ŋkuwo kpɔ ale si woɖu nye ketɔwo dzii, eye nye towo se ale si wonya avuzi le nye futɔ vɔ̃ɖiwo dzii.
12 The righteous will flourish like the palm tree; they will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
Ame dzɔdzɔewo atsi abe ale si deti tsinae ene, woatsi akɔ abe Lebanon ƒe sedati ene;
13 They are planted in the house of Yahweh; they flourish in the courts of our God.
ati siwo wodo ɖe Yehowa ƒe aƒe me, woatsi nyuie le míaƒe Mawu la ƒe xɔxɔnu.
14 They bear fruit even when they are old; they stay fresh and green,
Aleke gbegbe wotsii hã la, woaganɔ tsetsem, eye woƒe aŋgbawo ada ama, eye womalũ xɛ o.
15 to proclaim that Yahweh is just. He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
Woaɖe gbeƒã be, “Yehowae nye dzɔdzɔetɔ; eyae nye nye Agakpe, eye vɔ̃ɖinyenye aɖeke mele eme o.”
