Psalmowo 63

1 David ƒe ha. Ekpae esi wòle Yuda gbegbe. O! Mawu, wòe nye nye Mawu, mele diwòm vevie; tsikɔ le nye luʋɔ wum ɖe ŋuwò, nye ameti blibo la mele diwòm, le kuɖiɖinyigba si ƒu kplakplakpla, eye tsi aɖeke meli o la dzi.

`The salm of Dauid, `whanne he was in the desert of Judee. God, my God, Y wake to thee ful eerli. Mi soule thirstide to thee; my fleisch thirstide to thee ful many foold.

2 Mekpɔ wò le kɔkɔeƒe la, eye mekpɔ wò ŋusẽ kple wò ŋutikɔkɔe.

In a lond forsakun with out wei, and with out water, so Y apperide to thee in hooli; that Y schulde se thi vertu, and thi glorie.

3 Esi wò lɔlɔ̃ nyo wu agbe ta la, nye nuyiwo ado wò ɖe dzi.

For thi merci is betere than lyues; my lippis schulen herie thee.

4 Makafu wò, zi ale si mele agbe, eye mado nye asiwo ɖe dzi le wò ŋkɔ me.

So Y schal blesse thee in my lijf; and in thi name Y schal reise myn hondis.

5 Nye luʋɔ aɖi ƒo abe nuɖuɖu nyuitɔ kekeakee wòɖu ene; hadzidzi anɔ nu nam, eye nye nu adzi kafukafuhawo na wò.

Mi soule be fillid as with inner fatnesse and vttermere fatnesse; and my mouth schal herie with lippis of ful out ioiyng.

6 Le nye aba dzi, meɖoa ŋku dziwò, mebua ŋutiwò le nye ŋunɔɣi le zã me.

So Y hadde mynde on thee on my bed, in morewtidis Y shal thenke of thee;

7 Esi nènye nye xɔnametɔ ta la, madzi ha le wò aʋala ƒe vɔvɔli te.

for thou were myn helpere. And in the keueryng of thi wyngis Y schal make `ful out ioye, my soule cleuede after thee;

8 Nye luʋɔ ku ɖe ŋuwò goŋgoŋgoŋ, eye wò ɖusibɔ lém ɖe te.

thi riythond took me vp.

9 Woatsrɔ̃ ame siwo le nye agbe yome tim, woayi ɖe keke anyigba la ƒe tume ke.

Forsothe thei souyten in veyn my lijf, thei schulen entre in to the lower thingis of erthe;

10 Woatsɔ wo ade asi na yi, eye woazu nuɖuɖu na amegaxiwo.

thei schulen be bitakun in to the hondis of swerd, thei schulen be maad the partis of foxis.

11 Ke fia la akpɔ dzidzɔ le Mawu me; ame siwo katã kaa atam le Mawu ƒe ŋkɔ me la akafui, ke woamia nu na alakpatɔwo.

But the king schal be glad in God; and alle men schulen be preysid that sweren in hym, for the mouth of hem, that speken wickid thingis, is stoppid.