Psalmowo 144
1 David ƒe ha. Woakafu Yehowa, nye Agakpe la, ame si fia aʋawɔwɔ nye asi kple asibidɛwo.
Of David. Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.
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.
My rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet.
3 O! Yehowa, nu kae nye amegbetɔ be nètsɔ ɖe le eme nɛ kple amegbetɔvi be nèbua eŋuti?
Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?
4 Amegbetɔ le abe gbɔgbɔ ko ene, eye eƒe ŋkekewo le abe vɔvɔli si va yina kaba la ene.
They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.
5 O! Yehowa, dze wò dziƒowo ne nàɖi va, eye nàka asi towo ŋu, be woatu dzudzɔ.
Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.
6 Dɔ dzikedzo ɖa woakaka futɔwo, da wò aŋutrɔ, eye nàtsrɔ̃ wo.
Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound them.
7 Do wò asi ɖa tso dziƒo nàxɔ nam, eye nàɖem tso tsi sesẽwo kple amedzrowo ƒe asi me,
Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
8 ame siwo ƒe nu me yɔ fũu kple alakpa, eye woƒe nuɖusi blea ame.
who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
9 O! Mawu, madzi ha yeye na wò, matsɔ kasaŋku, ka ewo tɔ aƒo ha na wò,
O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.
10 wò ame si na dziɖuɖu fiawo, eye nèɖe wo dɔla David tso yi vɔ̃ɖi ƒe asi me.
For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.
11 Xɔ nam, eye nàɖem tso amedzrowo ƒe asi me, ame siwo ƒe nu me yɔ fũu kple alakpa, eye woƒe nuɖusi blea ame.
Snatch me from the cruel sword, rescue me from the hand of foreigners, who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
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.
May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.
13 Míaƒe avawo ayɔ fũu kple nuku vovovowo. Míaƒe alẽwo adzi ɖe edzi le akpewo kple akpe ewowo me le míaƒe lãnyiƒewo.
May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.
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.
May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring in our streets.
15 Woayra dukɔ si wòava eme na alea le nyateƒe me; Woayra dukɔ si ƒe Mawue nye Yehowa.
Happy the people who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.
