Psalmowo 30
1 David ƒe ha na gbedoxɔ la ŋutikɔkɔ. O! Yehowa, mado wò ɖe dzi, elabena wòe hem do goe tso ʋe globo me, eye mèna mezu nu ɖikokoe na nye futɔwo o.
A Canticle Psalm. In dedication to the house of David. I will extol you, Lord, for you have sustained me, and you have not allowed my enemies to delight over me.
2 O! Yehowa, nye Mawu, mebia kpekpeɖeŋu tso gbɔwò, eye nèyɔ dɔm.
O Lord my God, I have cried out to you, and you have healed me.
Lord, you led my soul away from Hell. You have saved me from those who descend into the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 Midzi ha na Yehowa, mi eƒe ame kɔkɔewo, eye mikafu eƒe ŋkɔ kɔkɔe la.
Sing a psalm to the Lord, you his saints, and confess with remembrance of his holiness.
5 Elabena medoa dɔmedzoe eteƒe didina o, ke eƒe amenuveve ya nɔa anyi agbenɔɣi katã. Avifafa anɔ anyi le zã me, gake aseyetsotso ava le ŋdi me.
For wrath is in his indignation, and life is in his will. Toward evening, weeping will linger, and toward morning, gladness.
6 Esi mekpɔ be meli ke la, megblɔ be, “Nye la, nyemaʋuʋu kpɔ gbeɖe o.”
But I have said in my abundance: “I will never be disturbed.”
7 O! Yehowa, esi nève nunye la, èna nye to li ke zã, gake esi nèɣla wò ŋkume ɖem la, nye mo tsi dãa.
O Lord, in your will, you made virtue preferable to beauty for me. You turned your face away from me, and I became disturbed.
8 Yehowa, wòe meyɔ, Yehowae medo ɣli na be wòakpɔ nublanui nam.
To you, Lord, I will cry out. And I will make supplication to my God.
9 “Viɖe kae le eme ne donyeme gblẽ alo ne meyi ɖe aʋlime? Ɖe ʋuʋudedi akafu wòa? Ɖe wòaɖe gbeƒã wò nuteƒewɔwɔa?
What use would there be in my blood, if I descend into corruption? Will dust confess to you or announce your truth?
10 See, O! Yehowa, eye nàkpɔ nye nublanui; O! Yehowa, kpe ɖe ŋunye.”
The Lord has heard, and he has been merciful to me. The Lord has become my helper.
11 Èna nye avifafa zu ɣeɖuɖu; èɖe akpanya le ŋutinye hetsɔ dzidzɔkpɔkpɔ do nam,
You have turned my mourning into gladness for me. You have cut off my sackcloth, and you have surrounded me with joy.
12 ale be nye dzi nadzi ha na wò, eye mazi ɖoɖoe o. O! Yehowa, nye Mawu, mada akpe na wò tegbetegbe.
So then, may my glory sing to you, and may I not regret it. O Lord, my God, I will confess to you for eternity.
