Psalms 57
1 `In Ebreu thus, To the victorie, lese thou not the semeli song, `ether the `swete song of Dauid, `whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. `In Jeroms translacioun thus, For victorie, that thou lese not Dauid, meke and simple, whanne he fledde fro the face of Saul in to the denne. God, haue thou merci on me, haue thou merci on me; for my soule tristith in thee. And Y schal hope in the schadewe of thi wyngis; til wickidnesse passe.
Ii naxariiso, Ilaahow, ii naxariiso, Waayo, naftaydu adigay ku magan gashaa, Haah, waxaan magangeli doonaa hooska baalashaada, Ilaa ay belaayooyinkanu gudbayaan.
2 I schal crye to God altherhiyeste; to God that dide wel to me.
Waxaan u qayshanayaa Ilaaha ugu sarreeya, Oo ah Ilaaha wax kasta ii sameeya.
3 He sente fro heuene, and delyuerede me; he yaf in to schenschip hem that defoulen me. God sente his merci and his treuthe,
Isagu samaduu caawimaad ka soo diri doonaa, wuuna i badbaadin doonaa, Markuu kan i liqi lahaa i caayo, (Selaah) Ilaah wuxuu soo diri doonaa naxariistiisa iyo runtiisa.
4 and delyuerede my soule fro the myddis of whelpis of liouns; Y slepte disturblid. The sones of men, the teeth of hem ben armuris and arowis; and her tunge is a scharp swerd.
Naftaydu waxay ku dhex jirtaa libaaxyo, Oo anigu waxaan dhex jiifaa kuwo dab lagu shiday, Kuwaasoo ah binu-aadmiga oo ilkahoodu yihiin warmo iyo fallaadho, Oo carrabkooduna yahay seef af badan.
5 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie aboue al erthe.
Ilaahow, samooyinka ka sara mar, Oo ammaantaaduna dhulka oo dhan ha ka sarrayso.
6 Thei maden redi a snare to my feet; and thei greetly boweden my lijf. Thei delueden a diche bifore my face; and thei felden doun in to it.
Dabin bay cagahayga u diyaariyeen, Oo naftaydii baa foororsatay, Oo waxay hortayda ka qodeen god, Oo iyaga qudhoodii baa ku dhex dhacay. (Selaah)
7 God, myn herte is redi, myn herte is redi; Y schal singe, and Y schal seie salm.
Qalbigaa ii fadhiya, Ilaahow, qalbigaa ii fadhiya, Haddaba waan gabyi doonaa, haah, ammaan baan ku gabyi doonaa.
8 Mi glorie, rise thou vp; sautrie and harpe, rise thou vp; Y schal rise vp eerli.
Naftaydoy, toos, shareerad iyo kataaradoy, toosa, Aniga qudhayduna waxaan toosi doonaa aroor hore.
9 Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee among puplis; and Y schal seie salm among hethene men.
Sayidow, dadyowga dhexdooda ayaan kaaga mahadnaqi doonaa, Oo quruumaha dhexdooda ayaan ammaan kuugu gabyi doonaa.
10 For thi merci is magnified til to heuenes; and thi treuthe til to cloudis.
Waayo, naxariistaadu waa weyn tahay oo waxay gaadhaa samooyinka, Oo runtaaduna waxay gaadhaa daruuraha.
11 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie ouer al erthe.
Ilaahow, samooyinka ka sara mar, Oo ammaantaaduna dhulka oo dhan ha ka sarrayso.
