Psalmowo 71
1 O! Yehowa, mewòe mebe ɖo, mègana ŋu nakpem akpɔ gbeɖe o.
Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende;
2 Xɔ nam, eye nàɖem le wò dzɔdzɔenyenye la ta; trɔ wò to ɖe gbɔnye, eye nàxɔ nam.
in thi riytwisnesse delyuere thou me, and rauysche me out. Bowe doun thin eere to me; and make me saaf.
3 Nye sitsoƒe ƒe agakpe, afi si mate ŋu abe ɖo ɣe sia ɣi. Ɖe gbe be woaxɔ nam, elabena wòe nye nye agakpe kple mɔ sesẽ.
Be thou to me in to God a defendere; and in to a strengthid place, that thou make me saaf. For thou art my stidefastnesse; and my refuit.
4 O! Nye Mawu, ɖem tso ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ƒe asi me, eye nàɖem tso nu tovo wɔlawo kple ŋutasẽlawo ƒe fego me.
My God, delyuere thou me fro the hoond of the synner; and fro the hoond of a man doynge ayens the lawe, and of the wickid man.
5 Elabena tso ɣe aɖe ɣi ke, wòe nye nye mɔkpɔkpɔ kple nye dzideƒo tso nye ɖekakpuime ke, O! Aƒetɔ Yehowa.
For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe.
6 Tso nye dzigbe ke, wò ko ŋu meku ɖo, elabena wòe ɖem tso danye ƒe dɔ me, eya ta makafu wò ɖaa.
In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir.
7 Mezu nu maɖinu na ame geɖewo, gake wòe nye nye mɔ sesẽ.
My syngyng is euere in thee; Y am maad as a greet wonder to many men; and thou art a strong helpere.
8 Wò kafukafu yɔ nye nu me, eye meɖea gbeƒã wò atsyɔ̃ŋkeke blibo la.
My mouth be fillid with heriyng; that Y synge thi glorie, al dai thi greetnesse.
9 Mègatsɔm ƒu gbe, ne meku amegã o, eye mègagblẽm ɖi ne ŋusẽ vɔ le ŋunye o.
Caste thou not awei me in the tyme of eldnesse; whanne my vertu failith, forsake thou not me.
10 Elabena nye futɔwo ƒo nu tsi tsitre ɖe ŋunye, eye ame siwo le lalam be yewoawum la, wɔ ɖeka ɖo nugbe ɖe ŋunye.
For myn enemyes seiden of me; and thei that kepten my lijf maden counsel togidere.
11 Wogblɔ be, “Mawu gblẽe ɖi, míti eyome, míalée, elabena ame aɖeke mava axɔ nɛ o.”
Seiynge, God hath forsake hym; pursue ye, and take hym; for noon is that schal delyuere.
12 O! Mawu, mèganɔ adzɔge tso gbɔnye o, O! Nye Mawu, va kaba nàxɔ nam.
God, be thou not maad afer fro me; my God, biholde thou in to myn help.
13 Na be nunyetsolawo natsrɔ̃ kple ŋukpe, eye nàna be vlododo kple ŋukpe natsyɔ ame siwo di be yewoawɔ nuvevim la dzi.
Men that bacbiten my soule, be schent, and faile thei; and be thei hilid with schenschip and schame, that seken yuels to me.
14 Ke nye ya la, mɔkpɔkpɔ anɔ asinye ɖaa, eye makafu wò, agakafu wò ɖe edzi.
But Y schal hope euere; and Y schal adde euere ouer al thi preising.
15 Nye nu aɖe gbeƒã wò dzɔdzɔenyenye kple wò xɔname ŋkeke blibo la, togbɔ be nyemenya eƒe kpekpeme o hã.
Mi mouth schal telle thi riytfulnesse; al dai thin helthe. For Y knewe not lettrure, Y schal entre in to the poweres of the Lord;
16 Mava aɖe gbeƒã wò nu dzɔatsuwo, O Aƒetɔ Yehowa. Maɖe gbeƒã wò dzɔdzɔenyenye, wò ɖeka tɔ ko.
Lord, Y schal bithenke on thi riytfulnesse aloone.
17 O! Mawu; tso nye ɖekakpuime ke, nèfia num, eye va se ɖe egbe la, mele gbeƒã ɖem wò nu dzɔatsuwo.
God, thou hast tauyt me fro my yongthe, and `til to now; Y schal telle out thi merueilis.
18 O! Mawu, ne metsi, ƒo wɔ hã la, mègagblẽm ɖi o, va se ɖe esime maɖe gbeƒã wò ŋusẽ na dzidzime si ava dzɔ kple wò ŋusẽ na ame siwo woava dzi.
And til in to `the eldnesse and the laste age; God, forsake thou not me. Til Y telle thin arm; to eche generacioun, that schal come. Til Y telle thi myyt,
19 O! Mawu, wò dzɔdzɔenyenye yi ɖatɔ dziŋgɔli ke, wò ame si wɔ nu dzɔatsu geɖewo. O! Mawu, ame kae le abe wò ene?
and thi riytfulnesse, God, til in to the hiyeste grete dedis which thou hast do; God, who is lijk thee?
20 Togbɔ be èna mekpɔ xaxa geɖe kple vevesese hã la, àgaɖo nye agbe te, eye àva kplɔm ado goe tso anyigba ƒe tume ke.
Hou grete tribulaciouns many and yuele hast thou schewid to me; and thou conuertid hast quykenyd me, and hast eft brouyt me ayen fro the depthis of erthe.
21 Àdzi nye bubu ɖe edzi, eye àgafa akɔ nam.
Thou hast multiplied thi greet doyng; and thou conuertid hast coumfortid me.
22 O! Nye Mawu, makafu wò kple kasaŋku le wò nuteƒewɔwɔ ta; madzi kafukafuha na wò kple gasaŋku, O! Israel ƒe Kɔkɔetɔ.
For whi and Y schal knowleche to thee, thou God, thi treuthe in the instrumentis of salm; Y schal synge in an harpe to thee, that art the hooli of Israel.
23 Nye nuyiwo ado dzidzɔɣli, ne mele kafukafuhawo dzim na wò, nye ame si nèɖe.
Mi lippis schulen make fulli ioye, whanne Y schal synge to thee; and my soule, which thou ayen bouytist.
24 Nye aɖe agblɔ wò dzɔdzɔenyenye ƒe dɔwo ŋkeke blibo la, elabena ŋukpe kple tɔtɔ va ame siwo di be yewoawɔ nuvevim la dzi.
But and my tunge schal thenke al dai on thi riytfulnesse; whanne thei schulen be schent and aschamed, that seken yuelis to me.
