< Psalmowo 6 >
1 David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Woadzii ɖe kasaŋku kple seminit ŋu. O! Yehowa, mègaka mo nam le wò dziku me alo ahe to nam le wò dɔmedzoe helĩhelĩ me o.
For the chief musician; on stringed instruments, set to the Sheminith style. A psalm of David. Yahweh, do not rebuke me in your anger or discipline me in your wrath.
2 Yehowa, kpɔ nublanui nam, elabena nu te ŋunye. O! Yehowa, yɔ dɔm, elabena nye ƒuwo le veve sem.
Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am frail; heal me, Yahweh, for my bones are shaking.
3 Nye luʋɔ le nuxaxa me. Va se ɖe ɣe ka ɣi, O! Yehowa, va se ɖe ɣe ka ɣi?
My soul also is very troubled. But you, Yahweh—how long will this continue?
4 O! Yehowa, trɔ ɖe ŋunye, eye nàɖem; ɖem, le wò lɔlɔ̃ si meʋãna o la ta.
Return, Yahweh! rescue me. Save me because of your covenant faithfulness!
5 Ame aɖeke meɖoa ŋku dziwò ne eku o. Ame kae kafua wò tso eƒe yɔdo me? (Sheol )
For in death there is no remembrance of you. In Sheol who will give you thanks? (Sheol )
6 Mevɔ le eme keŋkeŋ le ŋeŋe ta; metsɔ aɖatsi ƒo nye aba, elabena mefa avi zã blibo la, eye nye aɖatsi wɔe be nye dɔƒe ƒo tsi belebele.
I am weary with my groaning. All night I drench my bed with tears; I wash my couch away with my tears.
7 Nuxaxa na ɖeɖi te nye ŋkuwo ŋu; womegale nu kpɔm tututu o, le nye futɔwo ta.
My eyes grow dim from grief; they grow weak because of all my adversaries.
8 Mite ɖa le gbɔnye, mi nu vlo wɔlawo, elabena Yehowa se nye avifafa.
Get away from me, all you who practice iniquity; for Yahweh has heard the sound of my weeping.
9 Yehowa se ɣli si medo be wòakpɔ nye nublanui; Yehowa xɔ nye gbedodoɖa alɔ eve.
Yahweh has heard my appeal for mercy; Yahweh has accepted my prayer.
10 Nye futɔwo katã ŋu akpe mi, eye miaƒe mo atsi dãa; woagbugbɔ ɖe megbe enumake kple ŋukpe.
All my enemies will be ashamed and greatly troubled. They will turn back and be suddenly humiliated.