Psalms 71
1 Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende;
LEUM GOD, nga tuku in wikla yurum; Nikmet lela in kutangyukla nga.
2 in thi riytwisnesse delyuere thou me, and rauysche me out. Bowe doun thin eere to me; and make me saaf.
Ke suwoswos lom, kom in kasreyu ac loangeyu. Porongeyu ac moliyula.
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.
Kom fah eot in molela luk, Ac nien wikla ku luk in langoeyu, Tuh kom eot ku ac nien muta ku luk.
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.
O God luk, moliyula liki poun mwet koluk, Liki ku lun mwet sesuwos ac mwet sulallal.
5 For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe.
LEUM GOD Kulana, nga filiya finsrak luk in kom; Nga nuna lulalfongi kom oe ke pacl nga srakna tulik.
6 In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir.
Nga nuna lulalfongi kom in moul luk nufon. Kom karinginyu na oe ke nga isusla ah me. Nga ac fah kaksakin kom pacl e nukewa.
7 My syngyng is euere in thee; Y am maad as a greet wonder to many men; and thou art a strong helpere.
Moul luk sie mwe srikasrak nu sin mwet pus, Mweyen kom mwet kasru ku luk.
8 My mouth be fillid with heriyng; that Y synge thi glorie, al dai thi greetnesse.
Ke len nufon nga kaksakin kom Ac fahkak wolana lom.
9 Caste thou not awei me in the tyme of eldnesse; whanne my vertu failith, forsake thou not me.
Nikmet sisyula inge ke nga matuoh; Ac nikmet ngetla likiyu inge ke nga munasla.
10 For myn enemyes seiden of me; and thei that kepten my lijf maden counsel togidere.
Mwet lokoalok luk lungse in uniyuwi, Elos kaskas keik ac pwapa in lainyu.
11 Seiynge, God hath forsake hym; pursue ye, and take hym; for noon is that schal delyuere.
Elos fahk, “God El sisella tari. Kut som sruokilya, Tuh wangin mwet ac molella.”
12 God, be thou not maad afer fro me; my God, biholde thou in to myn help.
O God, nikmet muta loesla likiyu, God luk, aksaye kasreyu.
13 Men that bacbiten my soule, be schent, and faile thei; and be thei hilid with schenschip and schame, that seken yuels to me.
Lela tuh elos su lainyu In kutangyukla ac kunausyukla. Lela tuh elos su suk in akkolukyeyu In akmwekinyeyuk ac akkolukyeyuk.
14 But Y schal hope euere; and Y schal adde euere ouer al thi preising.
Nga ac fah filiya finsrak luk in kom pacl e nukewa; Nga fah kalwenina in akyokye pusren kaksak luk nu sum.
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;
Nga ac fah fahkak wolana lom — Ke lusenna len uh nga fah sramsram ke molela lom, Finne yohk liki na ma nga ku in kalem kac.
16 Lord, Y schal bithenke on thi riytfulnesse aloone.
Nga ac fah fahsr ke ku lun LEUM GOD, Nga fah fahkak wolana lom, tuh kom mukena wo.
17 God, thou hast tauyt me fro my yongthe, and `til to now; Y schal telle out thi merueilis.
God, kom lutiyu ke nga tulik me, Ac nga srakna fahkak orekma wolana lom.
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,
Inge ke nga matuoh ac fiaya, O God, nik kom fahsr likiyu. Wiyu ke nga fahkak ku lulap lom Nu sin fwil nukewa su ac fah tuku.
19 and thi riytfulnesse, God, til in to the hiyeste grete dedis which thou hast do; God, who is lijk thee?
Suwoswos lom, O God, sowak ac sun kusrao, Tuh kom oru ma usrnguk; Wangin sie oana kom.
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.
Kom tuh supwama mwe ongoiya ac mwe keok nu fuk, Tusruktu kom ac fah sifil folokonma ku luk. Kom ac fah sruokyuwi liki inkulyuk uh.
21 Thou hast multiplied thi greet doyng; and thou conuertid hast coumfortid me.
Kom ac fah oru tuh nga in fulat liki meet, Ac kom fah sifil akwoyeyu.
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.
Pwaye nga ac fah kaksakin kom ke pusren harp; Nga ac fah kaksakin oaru lom, God luk. Nga fah sritalkin harp nutik in on nu sum, Kom su Mutallana lun Israel.
23 Mi lippis schulen make fulli ioye, whanne Y schal synge to thee; and my soule, which thou ayen bouytist.
Nga ac fah wowoyak ke engan ke nga srital nu sum; Ke moul luk nufon nga ac fah on, Mweyen kom moliyula.
24 But and my tunge schal thenke al dai on thi riytfulnesse; whanne thei schulen be schent and aschamed, that seken yuelis to me.
Nga ac fah kaskas ke suwoswos lom ke lusen len nufon, Mweyen elos su srike in akkolukyeyu Elos kutangyukla ac aklusrongtenyeyukla.
