Psalmowo 58
1 David ƒe nufiameha na hɛnɔ la. Woadzii ɖe “Mègagblẽ nu o” ƒe gbeɖiɖi nu. Ɖe mi dziɖulawo mietoa nyateƒea? Ɖe mietsoa afia dzɔdzɔe na amewoa?
To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of David on Michtam. Is it true? O Congregation, speake ye iustly? O sonnes of men, iudge ye vprightly?
2 Ao, nu madzɔmadzɔ wɔwɔ boŋ míeɖo ɖe miaƒe dziwo me, eye míaƒe asiwo wɔa ŋutasẽnu le anyigba dzi.
Yea, rather ye imagine mischiefe in your heart: your hands execute crueltie vpon the earth.
3 Ame vɔ̃ɖiwo tra mɔ tso keke woƒe vidzĩ me ke, eye tso wo dadawo ƒe dɔ me ke, wodze aglã, hedaa alakpa.
The wicked are strangers from ye wombe: euen from the belly haue they erred, and speake lyes.
4 Woƒe aɖi le abe da ƒe aɖi ene. Egale abe ƒli si xe nu eƒe to me ene,
Their poyson is euen like the poyson of a serpent: like ye deafe adder that stoppeth his eare.
5 eye ne gbesala ɖe gbe nɛ la, mewɔa edzi o; aleke gbegbee dzotɔ la bi ɖe gbesasa mee hã la, mesenɛ o.
Which heareth not the voyce of the inchanter, though he be most expert in charming.
6 O, Mawu, ŋe aɖu ɖe nu me na wo, O, Yehowa, tu tsyo na dzata la!
Breake their teeth, O God, in their mouthes: breake the iawes of the yong lions, O Lord.
7 Wo nu neyi abe tsi si si va yi la ene. Ne wovu woƒe dawo me la, woƒe aŋutrɔwo nu netsi.
Let them melt like the waters, let them passe away: when hee shooteth his arrowes, let them be as broken.
8 Wole abe abɔbɔ si va yi, eye etoƒe bu la ene. Wonenɔ abe fu gege ene, be womakpɔ ɣe o.
Let them consume like a snayle that melteth, and like the vntimely fruite of a woman, that hath not seene the sunne.
9 Hafi miaƒe zewo nase ŋutidzo si wodo ɖe wo te ŋkɔ, eɖanye mumua, alo ƒuƒua o, woakplɔ ame vɔ̃ɖi la adzoe.
As raw flesh before your pots feele the fire of thornes: so let him cary them away as with a whirlewinde in his wrath.
10 Ame dzɔdzɔewo akpɔ dzidzɔ, ne wole hlɔ̃ biam ɖe wo nu, eye wole woƒe afɔwo klɔm ɖe ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe ʋu me.
The righteous shall reioyce when he seeeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feete in the blood of the wicked.
11 Ekema amewo agblɔ be, “Vavã, wogale eteƒe ɖom na ame dzɔdzɔe, eye Mawu aɖe li si drɔ̃a ʋɔnu anyigba vavã.”
And men shall say, Verily there is fruite for the righteous: doutlesse there is a God that iudgeth in the earth.
