Psalmowo 144
1 David ƒe ha. Woakafu Yehowa, nye Agakpe la, ame si fia aʋawɔwɔ nye asi kple asibidɛwo.
Blessed be the LORD, my rock, Who teacheth my hands to war, And my fingers to fight!
2 Enye nye Mawu lɔlɔ̃tɔ kple nye mɔ sesẽ, nye sitsoƒe kple nye xɔnametɔ kpakple nye akpoxɔnu, nye Mawu si me mebe ɖo, ame si bɔbɔ nye dukɔ ɖe tenye.
He who is my loving-kindness and my fortress; My high tower and my deliverer, My shield, and he in whom I trust; Who subdueth peoples under me.
3 O! Yehowa, nu kae nye amegbetɔ be nètsɔ ɖe le eme nɛ kple amegbetɔvi be nèbua eŋuti?
LORD, what is man, that thou art mindful of him, Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?
4 Amegbetɔ le abe gbɔgbɔ ko ene, eye eƒe ŋkekewo le abe vɔvɔli si va yina kaba la ene.
Man is like a vapor; His day is like a shadow that passeth away.
5 O! Yehowa, dze wò dziƒowo ne nàɖi va, eye nàka asi towo ŋu, be woatu dzudzɔ.
Bow thy heavens, O LORD! and come down; Touch the mountains, so that they shall smoke!
6 Dɔ dzikedzo ɖa woakaka futɔwo, da wò aŋutrɔ, eye nàtsrɔ̃ wo.
Cast forth lightnings, and scatter them; Shoot forth thine arrows, and destroy them!
7 Do wò asi ɖa tso dziƒo nàxɔ nam, eye nàɖem tso tsi sesẽwo kple amedzrowo ƒe asi me,
Send forth thine hand from above; Rescue and save me from deep waters; From the hands of aliens,
8 ame siwo ƒe nu me yɔ fũu kple alakpa, eye woƒe nuɖusi blea ame.
Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood!
9 O! Mawu, madzi ha yeye na wò, matsɔ kasaŋku, ka ewo tɔ aƒo ha na wò,
I will sing to thee a new song, O God! Upon a ten-stringed psaltery will I sing praise to thee;
10 wò ame si na dziɖuɖu fiawo, eye nèɖe wo dɔla David tso yi vɔ̃ɖi ƒe asi me.
To thee, who givest salvation to kings, Who deliverest David, thy servant, from the destructive sword!
11 Xɔ nam, eye nàɖem tso amedzrowo ƒe asi me, ame siwo ƒe nu me yɔ fũu kple alakpa, eye woƒe nuɖusi blea ame.
Rescue and deliver me from the hands of aliens, Whose mouth uttereth deceit, And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood!
12 Ekema mía viŋutsuwo le woƒe ɖekakpuime, anɔ abe ati siwo wode tsii nyuie ene, eye mía vinyɔnuwo anɔ abe sɔti si ŋu wota nu ɖo hetsɔ ɖo atsyɔ̃e na fiasã ene.
That our sons may be as plants, Grown up in their youth; Our daughters as corner-pillars, Hewn like those of a palace!
13 Míaƒe avawo ayɔ fũu kple nuku vovovowo. Míaƒe alẽwo adzi ɖe edzi le akpewo kple akpe ewowo me le míaƒe lãnyiƒewo.
That our garners may be full, Affording all kinds of store; That our sheep may bring forth thousands And ten thousands in our streets.
14 Nenema ke míaƒe nyiwo atsɔ agba kpekpewo vɛ. Ale gli gbagbã maganɔ anyi o, aboyomeyiyi maganɔ anyi o, eye xaxa ƒe avifafa magaɖi le míaƒe mɔtatawo dzi azɔ o.
That our cattle may be fruitful; That there be no breaking in, or going out; And no outcry in our streets.
15 Woayra dukɔ si wòava eme na alea le nyateƒe me; Woayra dukɔ si ƒe Mawue nye Yehowa.
Happy the people that is in such a state! Yea, happy the people whose God is Jehovah!
