Psalmowo 77
1 Asaf ƒe ha na Hɛnɔ Yedutun. Medo ɣli na Mawu be wòaxɔ nam; medo ɣli na Mawu be wòaɖo tom.
To the Chief Musician. On "Jeduthun." Asaph’s, a Melody. With my voice—unto God, will I make outcry, With my voice unto God, and he will give ear unto me;
2 Esi meɖo xaxa me la, medi Aƒetɔ la; le zã me la, meke nye abɔwo me, gake ɖeɖi mete wo ŋu o, eye nye luʋɔ gbe akɔfafaxɔxɔ.
In the day of my distress—unto My Lord, will I seek, My hand, by night, hath been outstretched and never once became slack, My soul, hath refused to be consoled;
3 O! Mawu, meɖo ŋku dziwò, eye meɖe hũu. Mele ŋeŋem, eye nu te nye gbɔgbɔ ŋu. (Sela)
I remember God and I murmur, I muse, and my spirit swooneth. (Selah)
4 Èna nye ŋkuwo gbe miamia; fuɖeɖewo sɔ gbɔ ale gbegbe be nyemate ŋu aƒo nu o.
Thou hast held, watching, mine eyes, I was driven to and fro, and could not speak;
5 Mebu gbe aɖe gbe ŋkekewo kple blemaƒewo ŋu.
I reasoned, Of the days of aforetime, Of the years of by-gone ages;
6 Tete meɖo ŋku ha siwo medzina le zã me la dzi. Nye dzi gbã, eye nye gbɔgbɔ bia be:
I remember my song in the night, —With my own heart, I commune, And my spirit, maketh search: —
7 “Ɖe Aƒetɔ la agbe ame tegbetegbea? Ɖe magave ame nu akpɔ oa?
For ages, will My Lord reject? And, not again, grant acceptance any more?
8 Ɖe eƒe lɔlɔ̃ si meʋãna o la vɔ tegbetegbea? Ɖe eƒe ŋugbedodo vɔ hena ɣeyiɣiawo katã?
Hath his lovingkindness, come to a perpetual end? Hath his word failed to generation after generation?
9 Ɖe Mawu ŋlɔ nublanuikpɔkpɔ bea? Ɖe wòɖo asi eƒe dɔmenyonyo dzi le dɔmedzoe ta?” (Sela)
Hath GOD, forgotten to show favour? Or hath he shut up, in anger, his compassions? (Selah)
10 Tete megblɔ be, “Dziƒoʋĩtɔ la ƒe nuɖusi ƒe ƒewo ko maƒo koko na.”
Then said I—An affliction to me, it is, The changing of the right hand of the Most High.
11 Maɖo ŋku Yehowa ƒe nuwɔwɔwo dzi, ɛ̃, maɖo ŋku nukunu siwo nèwɔ le blema la dzi.
I will remember the doings of Yah, Surely I will remember, out of aforetime, thy wonderful way;
12 Made ŋugble le wò dɔwɔwɔwo katã ŋu, eye mabu ta me le wò nuwɔwɔ dzɔatsuwo ŋu.
And will talk to myself of all thy work, And, of thy doings, will I muse: —
13 O! Mawu, wò mɔwo le kɔkɔe mawu kae lolo abe míaƒe Mawu la ene?
O God, in the sanctuary, is thy way, —Who is a great GOD like Elohim?
14 Wòe nye Mawu si wɔ nukunuwo, eye nèɖe wò ŋusẽ fia le dukɔwo dome.
Thou, art GOD, doing wonderfully, —Thou hast made known, among the peoples, thy might;
15 Ètsɔ wò abɔ sesẽ la ɖe wò dukɔ la, ame siwo nye Yakob kple Yosef ƒe dzidzimeviwo. (Sela)
Thou didst redeem, with thine arm—Thy people, Thy sons of Jacob and Joseph. (Selah)
16 O! Mawu, tsiwo kpɔ wò, tsiwo kpɔ wò, eye woŋe, gogloƒewo ke hã dzo nyanyanya.
The waters saw thee, O God, The waters saw thee, They were in birth-throes, Yea the resounding deeps were stirred;
17 Lilikpo ɖuɖu tsi bababa, dziŋgɔli ɖe gbe, eye wò aŋutrɔwo klẽ dzo bibibi, yi gagbɔ.
The clouds, poured down waters, The skies uttered, a voice, Yea, thine arrows, flew hither and thither;
18 Wose wò gbeɖeɖe le yali me, wò dzikedzo klẽ ɖe xexea me, eye anyigba ʋuʋu hedzo nyanyanya.
The, voice of thy thunder, was in the whirlwind, Thy lightnings illumined the world, The earth, trembled and quaked;
19 Wò mɔ to atsiaƒu me, eye wò toƒe le tɔ gãwo me, gake womekpɔa wò afɔteƒe o.
In the sea, was thy way, And, thy path, in the mighty waters, And, thy footprints, could not be known:
20 Èkplɔ wò dukɔ abe alẽha ene, to Mose kple Aron ƒe asiwo dzi.
Thou didst lead, like a flock, thy people, By the hand of Moses and Aaron.
