Psalmowo 48
1 Korah ƒe viwo ƒe ha. Yehowa lolo, eye eya koe dze kafukafu le míaƒe Mawu la ƒe du me, le eƒe to kɔkɔe la dzi.
A Song, a Psalm, by sons of Korah. Great [is] Jehovah, and praised greatly, In the city of our God — His holy hill.
2 Zion to la kɔkɔ henya kpɔ ale gbegbe, eye wònye dzudzɔdonu na anyigba blibo la. Fia gã la ƒe du, si le abe Zafon to kɔkɔe la ene.
Beautiful [for] elevation, A joy of all the land, [is] Mount Zion, The sides of the north, the city of a great king.
3 Mawu le eƒe fiasãwo me, eye wòɖe eɖokui fia abe eƒe mɔ sesẽ ene.
God in her high places is known for a tower.
4 Fiawo ƒo woƒe aʋakɔwo nu ƒu, hezɔ ɖe edzi ɖekae,
For, lo, the kings met, they passed by together,
5 ke esi wokpɔe la, woƒe nu ku, ŋɔdzi lé wo eye wosi dzo.
They have seen — so they have marvelled, They have been troubled, they were hastened away.
6 Dzidzi ƒo wo, eye wose veve abe nyɔnu si le ku lém la ene.
Trembling hath seized them there, Pain, as of a travailing woman.
7 Egbã wo gudugudu abe ale si ɣedzeƒeya gbã Tarsis tɔdziʋuwo ene.
By an east wind Thou shiverest ships of Tarshish.
8 Abe ale si míese ene la, nenemae míekpɔe le Yehowa, Dziƒoʋakɔwo ƒe Aƒetɔ la kple míaƒe Mawu la ƒe du mee. Mawu na wòanɔ dedie tegbetegbe. (Sela)
As we have heard, so we have seen, In the city of Jehovah of hosts, In the city of our God, God doth establish her — to the age. (Selah)
9 O! Mawu, míedea ŋugble le wò lɔlɔ̃ si meʋãna o la ŋu le wò gbedoxɔ me.
We have thought, O God, of Thy kindness, In the midst of Thy temple,
10 O! Mawu, wò kafukafu de keke anyigba la ƒe mlɔenu ke abe wò ŋkɔ ene. Wò nuɖusi ɖua fia le dzɔdzɔenyenye me.
As [is] Thy name, O God, so [is] Thy praise, Over the ends of the earth, Righteousness hath filled Thy right hand.
11 Zion to kpɔ dzidzɔ, eye Yuda ƒe kɔƒewo le aseye tsom le wò afiatsotso ta.
Rejoice doth Mount Zion, The daughters of Judah are joyful, For the sake of Thy judgments.
12 Mizɔ Zion to la ŋu godoo, mizɔ ƒo xlãe, eye mixlẽ eƒe xɔ tsralawo,
Compass Zion, and go round her, count her towers,
13 ne miakpɔ kpo si woƒo ɖe eƒe gliwo ŋu. Mikpɔ eƒe fiasãwo nyuie ne míatsɔe atu xoe na dzidzime si gbɔna,
Set your heart to her bulwark, Consider her high places, So that ye recount to a later generation,
14 elabena Mawu siae nye míaƒe Mawu tso mavɔ me yi ɖe mavɔ me; eyae anye mía kplɔla yi ɖase ɖe nuwuwu.
That this God [is] our God — To the age and for ever, He — he doth lead us over death!
