Psalms 65
1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm [and] Song of David. Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Zion: and to thee shall the vow be performed.
David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. O! Mawu, kafukafu le lalawòm le Zion; wòe míaxe míaƒe adzɔgbeɖefewo na.
2 O thou that hearest prayer, to thee shall all flesh come.
O! Wò ame si sea gbedodoɖa, gbɔwòe amewo katã ava.
3 Iniquities prevail against me: [as for] our transgressions, thou shalt purge them away.
Esi nu vɔ̃ do agba ɖe mía dzi la, ètsɔ míaƒe dzidadawo ke mí.
4 Blessed [is the man whom] thou choosest, and causest to approach [to thee], [that] he may dwell in thy courts: we shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, [even] of thy holy temple.
Woayra ame siwo nètia, eye nèkplɔ wo vɛ be woanɔ wò xɔxɔnuwo! Ètsɔ wò aƒe me, wò gbedoxɔ kɔkɔe la me nu nyuiwo ɖi ƒoe na mí.
5 [By] terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation; [who art] the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are afar off [upon] the sea:
Èna ŋuɖoɖo mí to dzɔdzɔenyenye ƒe ŋɔdzidɔwo me, O, Mawu míaƒe xɔnametɔ, anyigba ƒe mlɔenu ke, kple atsiaƒu siwo le didiƒe ke la katã ƒe mɔkpɔkpɔ.
6 Who by his strength setteth fast the mountains; [being] girded with power:
Wò ame si na towo va dzɔ to wò ŋusẽ me, eye nètsɔ ŋusẽ bla ali dzii,
7 Who stilleth the noise of the seas, the noise of their waves, and the tumult of the people.
wò ame si tsi atsiaƒu ƒe hoowɔwɔ kple ƒutsotsoe dzeagbowo kpakple dukɔwo ƒe ʋunyaʋunyawo nu.
8 They also that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens: thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.
Ame siwo le didiƒe la vɔ̃ wò nukunuwo; èna dzidzɔhawo ɖi tso afi si ɣe dzena tsona kple afi si wòɖoa to ɖo.
9 Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, [which] is full of water: thou preparest them corn, when thou hast so provided for it.
Èlé be na anyigba, de aɖui wòsui nyuie, eye nède tsii fũu. Tsi yɔ Mawu ƒe tɔʋuwo banaa, ne wòana bli eƒe dukɔ, elabena nenema nèɖoe.
10 Thou waterest the ridges of it abundantly: thou settlest the furrows of it: thou makest it soft with showers: thou blessest the springing of it.
Ède tsi eƒe boliƒowo, eye nègbã kpoteƒewo wozu sɔsɔe. Ètsɔ agbafie bɔbɔ anyigba lae, eye nèyra eƒe nukuwo.
11 Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; and thy paths drop fatness.
Ètsɔ wò kesinɔnu gbogboawo ɖo atsyɔ̃e na ƒe la, eye wò agblekekewo yɔ gbagba.
12 They drop [upon] the pastures of the wilderness: and the little hills rejoice on every side.
Lãnyiƒe siwo le gbegbe la yɔ gbagba, eye wotsɔ aseyetsotso ta na togbɛwo.
13 The pastures are clothed with flocks; the valleys also are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, they also sing.
Gbe damawo dzi yɔ fũu kple lãhawo, eye balimewo ƒe afi sia afi yɔ kple bli; wo katã do dzidzɔɣli, eye wodzi ha.
