< Psalmowo 65 >
1 David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. O! Mawu, kafukafu le lalawòm le Zion; wòe míaxe míaƒe adzɔgbeɖefewo na.
[For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. A song.] Praise awaits you, God, in Zion. And to you shall vows be performed.
2 O! Wò ame si sea gbedodoɖa, gbɔwòe amewo katã ava.
You who hear prayer, to you all men will come.
3 Esi nu vɔ̃ do agba ɖe mía dzi la, ètsɔ míaƒe dzidadawo ke mí.
Sins overwhelmed me, but you atoned for our transgressions.
4 Woayra ame siwo nètia, eye nèkplɔ wo vɛ be woanɔ wò xɔxɔnuwo! Ètsɔ wò aƒe me, wò gbedoxɔ kɔkɔe la me nu nyuiwo ɖi ƒoe na mí.
Blessed is the one you choose and bring near, that he may dwell in your courts. We will be filled with the goodness of your house, your holy temple.
5 Èna ŋuɖoɖo mí to dzɔdzɔenyenye ƒe ŋɔdzidɔwo me, O, Mawu míaƒe xɔnametɔ, anyigba ƒe mlɔenu ke, kple atsiaƒu siwo le didiƒe ke la katã ƒe mɔkpɔkpɔ.
By awesome deeds of righteousness, you answer us, God of our salvation. You who are the hope of every part of the earth, of those who are far away on the sea;
6 Wò ame si na towo va dzɔ to wò ŋusẽ me, eye nètsɔ ŋusẽ bla ali dzii,
Who by his power forms the mountains, having armed yourself with strength;
7 wò ame si tsi atsiaƒu ƒe hoowɔwɔ kple ƒutsotsoe dzeagbowo kpakple dukɔwo ƒe ʋunyaʋunyawo nu.
who stills the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the turmoil of the nations.
8 Ame siwo le didiƒe la vɔ̃ wò nukunuwo; èna dzidzɔhawo ɖi tso afi si ɣe dzena tsona kple afi si wòɖoa to ɖo.
They also who dwell in faraway places are afraid at your wonders. You call the morning's dawn and the evening with songs of joy.
9 Èlé be na anyigba, de aɖui wòsui nyuie, eye nède tsii fũu. Tsi yɔ Mawu ƒe tɔʋuwo banaa, ne wòana bli eƒe dukɔ, elabena nenema nèɖoe.
You visit the earth, and water it. You greatly enrich it. The river of God is full of water. You provide them grain, for so you have ordained it.
10 Ède tsi eƒe boliƒowo, eye nègbã kpoteƒewo wozu sɔsɔe. Ètsɔ agbafie bɔbɔ anyigba lae, eye nèyra eƒe nukuwo.
You drench its furrows. You level its ridges. You soften it with showers. You bless it with a crop.
11 Ètsɔ wò kesinɔnu gbogboawo ɖo atsyɔ̃e na ƒe la, eye wò agblekekewo yɔ gbagba.
You crown the year with your bounty. Your carts overflow with abundance.
12 Lãnyiƒe siwo le gbegbe la yɔ gbagba, eye wotsɔ aseyetsotso ta na togbɛwo.
The wilderness grasslands overflow. The hills are clothed with gladness.
13 Gbe damawo dzi yɔ fũu kple lãhawo, eye balimewo ƒe afi sia afi yɔ kple bli; wo katã do dzidzɔɣli, eye wodzi ha.
The pastures are covered with flocks. The valleys also are clothed with grain. They shout for joy. They also sing.