Psalms 71
1 Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende;
A gare ka, ya Ubangiji, na nemi mafaka; kada ka taɓa sa in sha kunya.
2 in thi riytwisnesse delyuere thou me, and rauysche me out. Bowe doun thin eere to me; and make me saaf.
Ka kuɓutar da ni ka cece ni cikin adalcinka; ka juya kunnenka gare ni ka kuma cece ni.
3 Be thou to me in to God a defendere; and in to a strengthid place, that thou make me saaf. For thou art my stidefastnesse; and my refuit.
Ka zama dutsena da kagarata, inda kullum zan je. Ka ba da umarni a cece ni, gama kai ne dutsen ɓuyana da katangata.
4 My God, delyuere thou me fro the hoond of the synner; and fro the hoond of a man doynge ayens the lawe, and of the wickid man.
Ka cece ni, ya Allahna, daga hannun mugaye, da kuma daga ikon mugaye da masu mugunta.
5 For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe.
Gama kai ne abin sa zuciyata, ya Ubangiji Mai Iko Duka, ƙarfin zuciyata tun ina yaro.
6 In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir.
Daga haihuwa na dogara gare ka; kai ka kawo ni daga cikin mahaifiyata. Kullayaumi zan yabe ka.
7 My syngyng is euere in thee; Y am maad as a greet wonder to many men; and thou art a strong helpere.
Na zama kamar abin sa zuciya ga yawanci, amma kai ne katangata mai ƙarfi.
8 My mouth be fillid with heriyng; that Y synge thi glorie, al dai thi greetnesse.
Bakina ya cika da yabonka, ina furta darajarka dukan yini.
9 Caste thou not awei me in the tyme of eldnesse; whanne my vertu failith, forsake thou not me.
Kada ka yar da ni sa’ad da na tsufa; kada ka yashe ni sa’ad da ƙarfina ya ƙare.
10 For myn enemyes seiden of me; and thei that kepten my lijf maden counsel togidere.
Gama abokan gābana suna magana a kaina; waɗanda suke jira su kashe ni suna haɗa baki tare.
11 Seiynge, God hath forsake hym; pursue ye, and take hym; for noon is that schal delyuere.
Suna cewa, “Allah ya yashe shi; mu fafare shi mu kama shi, gama ba wanda zai kuɓutar da shi.”
12 God, be thou not maad afer fro me; my God, biholde thou in to myn help.
Kada ka yi nisa da ni, ya Allah; zo da sauri, ya Allahna, ka taimake ni.
13 Men that bacbiten my soule, be schent, and faile thei; and be thei hilid with schenschip and schame, that seken yuels to me.
Bari masu zagina su hallaka da kunya; bari waɗanda suke so su cutar da ni su sha ba’a da kuma kunya.
14 But Y schal hope euere; and Y schal adde euere ouer al thi preising.
Amma game da ni, kullayaumi zan kasance da sa zuciya; zan yabe ka sau da sau.
15 Mi mouth schal telle thi riytfulnesse; al dai thin helthe. For Y knewe not lettrure, Y schal entre in to the poweres of the Lord;
Bakina zai ba da labarin adalcinka, zai yi maganar cetonka dukan yini, ko da yake ban san yawansa ba.
16 Lord, Y schal bithenke on thi riytfulnesse aloone.
Zan zo in furta in kuma yi shelar ayyukanka masu girma, ya Ubangiji Mai Iko Duka; zan yi shelar adalcinka, naka kaɗai.
17 God, thou hast tauyt me fro my yongthe, and `til to now; Y schal telle out thi merueilis.
Tun ina yaro, ya Allah, ka koya mini har wa yau ina furta ayyukanka masu banmamaki.
18 And til in to `the eldnesse and the laste age; God, forsake thou not me. Til Y telle thin arm; to eche generacioun, that schal come. Til Y telle thi myyt,
Ko sa’ad da na tsufa da furfura, kada ka yashe ni, ya Allah, sai na furta ikonka ga tsara mai zuwa, ƙarfinka ga dukan waɗanda suke zuwa.
19 and thi riytfulnesse, God, til in to the hiyeste grete dedis which thou hast do; God, who is lijk thee?
Adalcinka ya kai sararin sama, ya Allah, kai da ka yi manyan abubuwa. Wane ne kamar ka, ya Allah?
20 Hou grete tribulaciouns many and yuele hast thou schewid to me; and thou conuertid hast quykenyd me, and hast eft brouyt me ayen fro the depthis of erthe.
Ko da yake ka sa na ga wahaloli, masu yawa da kuma masu ɗaci, za ka sāke mayar mini da rai; daga zurfafan duniya za ka sāke tā da ni.
21 Thou hast multiplied thi greet doyng; and thou conuertid hast coumfortid me.
Za ka ƙara girmana ka sāke ta’azantar da ni.
22 For whi and Y schal knowleche to thee, thou God, thi treuthe in the instrumentis of salm; Y schal synge in an harpe to thee, that art the hooli of Israel.
Zan yabe ka da garaya saboda amincinka, ya Allah; zan rera yabo gare ka da molo, Ya Mai Tsarki na Isra’ila.
23 Mi lippis schulen make fulli ioye, whanne Y schal synge to thee; and my soule, which thou ayen bouytist.
Leɓunana za su yi sowa don farin ciki sa’ad da na rera yabo gare ka, ni, wanda ka fansa.
24 But and my tunge schal thenke al dai on thi riytfulnesse; whanne thei schulen be schent and aschamed, that seken yuelis to me.
Harshena zai ba da labarin ayyukanka masu adalci dukan yini, gama waɗanda suka so su cutar da ni sun sha kunya suka kuma rikice.
