Psalmowo 143
1 David ƒe ha. O! Yehowa, se nye gbedodoɖa, lé to ɖe nye nublanuiɣli ŋu, eye nàxɔ nam le wò nuteƒewɔwɔ kple dzɔdzɔenyenye ta.
The salm of Dauid. Lord, here thou my preier, with eeris perseyue thou my biseching; in thi treuthe here thou me, in thi riytwisnesse.
2 Mègabu fɔ wò dɔla o, elabena amegbetɔ aɖeke mele dzɔdzɔe le ŋkuwò me o.
And entre thou not in to dom with thi seruaunt; for ech man lyuynge schal not be maad iust in thi siyt.
3 Futɔ la ti yonyeme, egbãm ɖe anyigba, eye wòna menɔ viviti me abe ame siwo ku xoxo va yi la ene.
For the enemy pursuede my soule; he made lowe my lijf in erthe. He hath set me in derk placis, as the deed men of the world,
4 Nu te nye gbɔgbɔ ŋu le menye, eye nye dzi wɔ yaa le menye.
and my spirit was angwischid on me; myn herte was disturblid in me.
5 Meɖo ŋku blemaŋkekeawo dzi, hede ŋugble le wò dɔwɔwɔwo katã ŋuti, eye mebu nu siwo wò asiwo wɔ la ŋuti.
I was myndeful of elde daies, Y bithouyte in alle thi werkis; Y bithouyte in the dedis of thin hondis.
6 Mekeke nye abɔwo me na wò, eye nye luʋɔ ƒe ve me ƒu ɖe ŋuwò abe kuɖiɖinyigba ene. (Sela)
I helde forth myn hondis to thee; my soule as erthe with out water to thee.
7 O! Yehowa, tɔ nam kaba, elabena nu te nye gbɔgbɔ ŋu. Mègaɣla wò mo ɖem o, ne menye nenema o la, manɔ abe ame siwo yi aʋlime ene.
Lord, here thou me swiftli; my spirit failide. Turne thou not a wei thi face fro me; and Y schal be lijk to hem that gon doun in to the lake.
8 Na ŋdi natsɔ wò lɔlɔ̃ si meʋãna o la ƒe nya vɛ nam, elabena dziwòe meka ɖo. Fia mɔ si mato lam, elabena wòe medo nye luʋɔ ɖe dzi na.
Make thou erli thi merci herd to me; for Y hopide in thee. Make thou knowun to me the weie in which Y schal go; for Y reiside my soule to thee.
9 O! Yehowa, ɖem tso nye futɔwo ƒe asi me, elabena mewòe mebe ɖo.
Delyuere thou me fro myn enemyes, Lord, Y fledde to thee;
10 Fiam ale si mawɔ wò lɔlɔ̃nu, elabena wòe nye nye Mawu; na wò Gbɔgbɔ nyui la nakplɔm to anyigba sɔsɔe dzi.
teche thou me to do thi wille, for thou art my God. Thi good spirit schal lede me forth in to a riytful lond;
11 O! Yehowa, le wò ŋkɔ la ta, kpɔ nye agbe ta, le wò dzɔdzɔenyenye ta, ɖem le xaxa me.
Lord, for thi name thou schalt quikene me in thin equite. Thou schalt lede my soule out of tribulacioun;
12 Le wò lɔlɔ̃ si meʋãna o la ta, mia nu na nye futɔwo; tsrɔ̃ nye ketɔwo katã, elabena wò dɔlae menye.
and in thi merci thou schalt scatere alle myn enemyes. And thou schalt leese alle them, that troublen my soule; for Y am thi seruaunt.
