Psalmowo 62
1 David ƒe ha na Hɛnɔ Yedutun. Mawu me ko nye luʋɔ kpɔ gbɔɖeme le, eye eya ko gbɔ nye xɔxɔ tsona.
To the victorie on Iditum, the salm of Dauid. Whether my soule schal not be suget to God; for myn heelthe is of hym.
2 Eya koe nye nye agakpe, nye xɔxɔ kple nye mɔ sesẽ, eya ta nyemaʋã akpɔ gbeɖe o.
For whi he is bothe my God, and myn heelthe; my `taker vp, Y schal no more be moued.
3 Va se ɖe ɣe ka ɣi nànɔ ame ɖeka ƒoƒo dzi? Ɖe mi katã mialé ame si le abe gli gbagbã kple kpɔ si le mumum ene la aƒu anyia?
Hou longe fallen ye on a man? alle ye sleen; as to a wal bowid, and a wal of stoon with out morter cast doun.
4 Woɖoe vavã be yewoatutui tso eƒe nɔƒe kɔkɔ la, elabena wolɔ̃a alakpadada. Wotsɔa woƒe nuwo gblɔa yayranyawoe, ke fiƒode le woƒe dzi me. (Sela)
Netheles thei thouyten to putte awei my prijs, Y ran in thirst; with her mouth thei blessiden, and in her herte thei cursiden.
5 O! Nye luʋɔ, gbɔ ɖe eme le Mawu ɖeka ko me, elabena eya gbɔ nye mɔkpɔkpɔ tso.
Netheles, my soule, be thou suget to God; for my pacience is of hym.
6 Eya hɔ̃ɔ koe nye nye agakpe, nye xɔxɔ kple nye mɔ sesẽ, eya ta nyemaʋuʋu o.
For he is my God, and my saueour; myn helpere, Y schal not passe out.
7 Nye xɔxɔ kple bubu ku ɖe Mawu ŋu, eyae nye nye agakpe sesẽ kple nye sitsoƒe.
Myn helthe, and my glorie is in God; God is the yyuer of myn help, and myn hope is in God.
8 O! Mi dukɔwo, miɖo dzi ɖe eŋu ɣe sia ɣi; mitsɔ miaƒe hiahiãwo kɔ ɖe edzi, elabena Mawue nye míaƒe sitsoƒe. (Sela)
Al the gaderyng togidere of the puple, hope ye in God, schede ye out youre hertis bifore hym; God is oure helpere with outen ende.
9 Vavã, ƒuƒu ko ame gbɔlowo nye, eye alakpa nye ame siwo nye ame ŋkutawo, elabena ne woda wo le nudanu dzi la, tofloko ko wonye, eye wo katã ƒuƒu ko wonye.
Netheles the sones of men ben veyne; the sones of men ben liers in balauncis, that thei disseyue of vanytee in to the same thing.
10 Migaɖo ŋu ɖe amebaba ŋu, alo akpɔ dzidzɔ ɖe nu siwo wofi la ŋuti o. Togbɔ be wò kesinɔnuwo dzi ɖe edzi hã la, mègatsɔ wò dzi da ɖe wo dzi o.
Nile ye haue hope in wickidnesse, and nyle ye coueyte raueyns; if ritchessis be plenteuouse, nyle ye sette the herte therto.
11 Mawu gblɔ nya ɖeka, eye mese nu eve le eme be, “Wò, O Mawu, ɖeka koe sesẽ,
God spak onys, Y herde these twei thingis, that power is of God, and, thou Lord, mercy is to thee;
12 eye O Aƒetɔ, wò la lɔlɔ̃ bɔ ɖe asiwò. Vavã, àɖo eteƒe na ame sia ame ɖe nu si wòwɔ la nu.”
for thou schalt yelde to ech man bi hise werkis.
