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.
Ki he Takimuʻa, ʻAli-Tasikiti, ko e Saame mahuʻinga ʻa Tevita, ʻi heʻene hola meia Saula ʻi he ʻana. Ke ke ʻaloʻofa kiate au, ʻE ʻOtua, ke ke ʻaloʻofa kiate au: he ʻoku falala hoku laumālie kiate koe: ʻio, pea te u hūfanga ʻi he malu ʻo ho kapakau, ke ʻoua ke mole ʻo ngata ʻae ngaahi kovi ni.
2 I schal crye to God altherhiyeste; to God that dide wel to me.
Te u tangi ki he ʻOtua fungani māʻolunga, ki he ʻOtua ʻoku fai ʻae ngaahi meʻa kotoa pē maʻaku.
3 He sente fro heuene, and delyuerede me; he yaf in to schenschip hem that defoulen me. God sente his merci and his treuthe,
Pea te ne fekau mei he langi, ʻo fakamoʻui au, mei he lauʻikovi ʻo ia ʻoku ne fie folo au ke ʻosi. (Sila) ʻE fekau atu ʻe he ʻOtua ʻene ʻaloʻofa mo ʻene moʻoni.
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.
ʻOku ʻi he lotolotonga ʻoe fanga laione hoku laumālie: pea ʻoku ou tokoto mo kinautolu kuo vela, ʻio, ʻae ngaahi foha ʻoe tangata, ko honau nifo ko e ngaahi tao mo e ngahau, pea ko honau ʻelelo ko e heletā māsila.
5 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie aboue al erthe.
ʻE ʻOtua, ke māʻolunga lahi hake koe ʻi he ngaahi langi; tuku ke māʻolunga hake ho nāunau ʻi māmani kotoa pē.
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.
Kuo nau teuteu ʻae kupenga ki hoku tuʻunga vaʻe; kuo mapelu ki lalo hoku laumālie: naʻa nau keli ʻae luo ʻi hoku ʻao, pea kuo tō ki ai ʻakinautolu. (Sila)
7 God, myn herte is redi, myn herte is redi; Y schal singe, and Y schal seie salm.
ʻOku maʻu hoku loto, ʻE ʻOtua, ʻoku maʻu hoku loto: te u hiva mo ʻatu ʻae fakamālō.
8 Mi glorie, rise thou vp; sautrie and harpe, rise thou vp; Y schal rise vp eerli.
Ke ʻā hake, ʻa hoku nāunau; ʻā hake, ʻae saliteli mo e haʻape: te u ʻā hengihengi hake pe au.
9 Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee among puplis; and Y schal seie salm among hethene men.
ʻE ʻEiki, te u fakamālō kiate koe ʻi he ʻao ʻoe kakai: te u hiva kiate koe ʻi he ngaahi puleʻanga.
10 For thi merci is magnified til to heuenes; and thi treuthe til to cloudis.
He ʻoku lahi hoʻo ʻaloʻofa ʻo aʻu ki he ngaahi langi, mo hoʻo moʻoni ki he ngaahi ʻao.
11 God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie ouer al erthe.
ʻE ʻOtua, ke māʻolunga lahi hake koe ʻi he ngaahi langi: tuku ke māʻolunga hake ho nāunau ʻi māmani kotoa pē.
