< Psalms 58 >

1 Fún adarí orin. Tí ohùn “Má ṣe parun.” Ti Dafidi. Miktamu. Ẹ̀yin ha ń sọ òdodo nítòótọ́ ẹ̀yin ìjọ ènìyàn? Ǹjẹ́ ẹ̀yin ń ṣe ìdájọ́ tí ó ṣe títọ́ ẹ̀yìn ọmọ ènìyàn?
To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of David on Michtam. Is it true? O Congregation, speake ye iustly? O sonnes of men, iudge ye vprightly?
2 Bẹ́ẹ̀ kọ́, nínú ọkàn yín ẹ̀yìn ń gbèrò àìṣòdodo, ọwọ́ yín sì tú ìwà ipá jáde ni ayé.
Yea, rather ye imagine mischiefe in your heart: your hands execute crueltie vpon the earth.
3 Ní inú ìyá wọn wá ni ènìyàn búburú tí ṣìnà, lójúkan náà tí a ti bí wọn, wọn a máa ṣèké.
The wicked are strangers from ye wombe: euen from the belly haue they erred, and speake lyes.
4 Oró wọn dàbí oró ejò, wọn dàbí adití ejò paramọ́lẹ̀ tí ó di ara rẹ̀ ni etí,
Their poyson is euen like the poyson of a serpent: like ye deafe adder that stoppeth his eare.
5 tí kò ní gbọ́ ìpè àwọn atunilójú, bí ó ti wù kí ó máa fi ọgbọ́n ṣe ìtujú tó.
Which heareth not the voyce of the inchanter, though he be most expert in charming.
6 Ká eyín ẹnu wọn, Ọlọ́run; ní ẹnu wọn, ká ọ̀gàn àwọn ọmọ kìnnìún, Olúwa.
Breake their teeth, O God, in their mouthes: breake the iawes of the yong lions, O Lord.
7 Jẹ́ kí wọn parẹ́ bí omi tó ń sàn lọ; nígbà tí ó bá fa ọfà rẹ̀, kí ọ̀kọ̀ wọn kí ó ṣẹ́.
Let them melt like the waters, let them passe away: when hee shooteth his arrowes, let them be as broken.
8 Jẹ́ kí wọn rí bí ìgbín tí rẹ̀ dànù tí ó sì ṣègbé bí ọmọ tí oṣù rẹ̀ kò pé, kí wọn má ṣe rí oòrùn.
Let them consume like a snayle that melteth, and like the vntimely fruite of a woman, that hath not seene the sunne.
9 Kí ìkòkò yín kí ó tó mọ ìgbóná ẹ̀gún; bóyá ní tútù tàbí ní gbígbẹ, yóò fi ìjì gbá wọn lọ.
As raw flesh before your pots feele the fire of thornes: so let him cary them away as with a whirlewinde in his wrath.
10 Olódodo yóò yọ̀ nígbà a bá ń gbẹ̀san wọn, nígbà tí wọn bá wẹ ẹsẹ̀ wọn nínú ẹ̀jẹ̀ ènìyàn búburú.
The righteous shall reioyce when he seeeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feete in the blood of the wicked.
11 Àwọn ènìyàn yóò wí pé, “Lóòtítọ́ èrè àwọn ń bẹ fún olódodo; lóòtítọ́ òun ni Ọlọ́run tí ń ṣe ìdájọ́ ní ayé.”
And men shall say, Verily there is fruite for the righteous: doutlesse there is a God that iudgeth in the earth.

< Psalms 58 >