Psalms 66
1 To the victorie, the song of salm.
Ha na hɛnɔ la. Mi anyigbawo katã mido ɣli, mitso aseye ɖe Mawu ŋu!
2 Al the erthe, make ye ioie hertli to God, seie ye salm to his name; yyue ye glorie to his heriyng.
Midzi eƒe ŋkɔ ƒe ŋutikɔkɔe ƒe ha; mikafu Mawu ƒe gãnyenye!
3 Seie ye to God, Lord, thi werkis ben dredeful; in the multitude of thi vertu thin enemyes schulen lie to thee.
Migblɔ na Mawu be, “Wò dɔwɔwɔwo dziŋɔ loo! Wò ŋusẽ tri akɔ ale gbegbe be, wò futɔwo de ta agu na wò.
4 God, al the erthe worschipe thee, and synge to thee; seie it salm to thi name.
Anyigba la katã de ta agu na wò, wole kafukafuha dzim na wò, wole kafukafuha dzim na wò ŋkɔ.” (Sela)
5 Come ye and se ye the werkis of God; ferdful in counseils on the sones of men.
Va, nàkpɔ nu si Mawu wɔ, ale si le amegbetɔwo ta wòwɔ ŋɔdzidɔ geɖewo!
6 Which turnede the see in to drie lond; in the flood thei schulen passe with foot, there we schulen be glad in hym.
Etrɔ atsiaƒu wòzu anyigba ƒuƒui, wozɔ afɔ to tsi la titina; miva míatso aseye le eya amea me.
7 Which is Lord in his vertu withouten ende, hise iyen biholden on folkis; thei that maken scharp be not enhaunsid in hem silf.
Ele fia ɖum kple eƒe ŋusẽ tegbee, eƒe ŋku le dukɔwo ta kpɔm, aglãdzela aɖeke megatso ɖe eŋuti o. (Sela)
8 Ye hethen men, blesse oure God; and make ye herd the vois of his preising.
O! Mi dukɔwo, mikafu míaƒe Mawu la; mina eƒe kafukafu nade dzi woase.
9 That hath set my soule to lijf, and yaf not my feet in to stiryng.
Eyae kpɔ míaƒe agbe ta, eye mena míaƒe afɔ ɖiɖi o.
10 For thou, God, hast preued vs; thou hast examyned vs bi fier, as siluer is examyned.
Elabena O Mawu, wòe do mí kpɔ, wòe lolõ mí abe klosalo ene.
11 Thou leddist vs in to a snare, thou puttidist tribulaciouns in oure bak;
Wòe de mí gaxɔ me, eye nèdo agba ɖe megbe na mí.
12 thou settidist men on oure heedis. We passiden bi fier and water; and thou leddist vs out in to refreschyng.
Èna amewo zɔ míaƒe ta dzi, eye míeto dzo me kple tɔ me, gake èkplɔ mí va anyigba si dzi nuwo do agbogbo ɖo fũu.
13 I schal entre in to thin hous in brent sacrifices; Y schal yelde to thee my vowis,
Mava wò gbedoxɔ me kple numevɔsa, eye maxe nye adzɔgbeɖefewo na wò,
14 which my lippis spaken distinctly. And my mouth spake in my tribulacioun;
adzɔgbe siwo nye nuyi ɖe, eye nye nu ɖe gbeƒã wo, esi meɖo xaxa me.
15 Y shal offre to thee brent sacrificis ful of merowy, with the brennyng of rammes; Y schal offre to thee oxis with buckis of geet.
Matsɔ lã damiwo kple agbowo asa numevɔe na wò, hekpe ɖe nyitsuwo kple gbɔ̃wo ŋuti. (Sela)
16 Alle ye that dreden God, come and here, and Y schal telle; hou grete thingis he hath do to my soule.
Miva se, mí ame siwo katã vɔ̃a Mawu; mina magblɔ nu siwo wòwɔ nam la na mi.
17 I criede to hym with my mouth; and Y ioyede fulli vndir my tunge.
Metsɔ nye nu do ɣli nɛ, eƒe kafukafu le nye aɖe dzi.
18 If Y bihelde wickidnesse in myn herte; the Lord schal not here.
Ɖe mena nɔƒe nu vɔ̃ le nye dzi me la, ne Aƒetɔ la meɖo tom o,
19 Therfor God herde; and perseyuede the vois of my bisechyng.
gake Mawu ɖo tom vavã, eye wòse nye gbe le gbedodoɖa me.
20 Blessid be God; that remeued not my preyer, and `took not awei his merci fro me.
Woakafu Mawu, ame si medo toku nye gbedodoɖa, alo te eƒe lɔlɔ̃ ɖa le gbɔnye o!
