Psalms 13

1 To the victorie of Dauid. Lord, hou long foryetist thou me in to the ende? hou long turnest thou awei thi face fro me?

Don mai bi da kaɗe-kaɗe. Zabura ta Dawuda. Har yaushe, ya Ubangiji? Za ka manta da ni har abada ne? Har yaushe za ka ɓoye fuskarka daga gare ni?

2 Hou long schal Y sette counsels in my soule; sorewe in my herte bi dai?

Har yaushe zan yi kokawa da tunanina kuma kowace rana in kasance da damuwa a zuciyata? Har yaushe abokin gābana zai yi nasara a kaina?

3 Hou long schal myn enemy be reisid on me?

Ka dube ni ka amsa mini, ya Ubangiji Allahna. Ka ba da haske ga fuskata, ko in yi barci cikin mutuwa;

4 My Lord God, biholde thou, and here thou me. Liytne thou myn iyen, lest ony tyme Y slepe in deth;

abokin gābana zai ce, “Na sha ƙarfinsa,” kuma abokan gābana za su yi murna sa’ad da na fāɗi.

5 lest ony tyme myn enemye seie, Y hadde the maistri ayens hym. Thei, that troblen me, schulen haue ioie, if Y schal be stirid; forsothe Y hopide in thi merci.

Amma na dogara a kan ƙaunarka marar ƙarewa; zuciyata tana farin ciki a cikin cetonka.

6 Myn herte schal fulli haue ioie in thin helthe; Y schal synge to the Lord, that yyueth goodis to me, and Y schal seie salm to the name of the hiyeste Lord.

Zan rera ga Ubangiji gama ya yi mini alheri.