Psalms 65
1 Fún adarí orin. Saamu ti Dafidi. Orin. Ìyìn ń dúró dè ọ́, Ọlọ́run, ní Sioni; sí ọ ni a ó mú ẹ̀jẹ́ wa ṣẹ.
To the Overseer. — A Psalm of David. A Song. To Thee, silence — praise, O God, [is] in Zion, And to Thee is a vow completed.
2 Ìwọ tí ó ń gbọ́ àdúrà, gbogbo ènìyàn yóò sì wá sọ́dọ̀ rẹ.
Hearer of prayer, to Thee all flesh cometh.
3 Ọ̀ràn àìṣedéédéé borí mi bí ó ṣe ti ìrékọjá wa ni! Ìwọ ni yóò wẹ̀ wọ́n nù kúrò.
Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions — Thou dost cover them.
4 Ìbùkún ni fún àwọn tí o yàn tí o mú wa láti máa gbé àgọ́ rẹ! A tẹ́ wá lọ́rùn pẹ̀lú ohun rere inú ilé rẹ, ti tẹmpili mímọ́ rẹ.
O the happiness of [him whom] Thou choosest, And drawest near, he inhabiteth Thy courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Thy house, Thy holy temple.
5 Ìwọ dá wa lóhùn pẹ̀lú ohun ìyanu ti òdodo, Ọlọ́run olùgbàlà wa, ẹni tí ṣe ìgbẹ́kẹ̀lé gbogbo òpin ayé àti àwọn tí ó jìnnà nínú òkun,
By fearful things in righteousness Thou answerest us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off ends of earth and sea.
6 ìwọ tí ó dá òkè nípa agbára rẹ, tí odi ara rẹ ní àmùrè agbára,
Establishing mountains by His power, He hath been girded with might,
7 ẹni tí ó mú rírú omi òkun dákẹ́, ríru ariwo omi wọn, àti ìdágìrì àwọn ènìyàn.
Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.
8 Àwọn tí ó ń gbé òkèrè bẹ̀rù, nítorí àmì rẹ wọ̀n-ọn-nì; ìwọ mú ìjáde òwúrọ̀ àti ti àṣálẹ́ yọ̀, ìwọ pè fún orin ayọ̀.
And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts From Thy signs are afraid, The outgoings of morning and evening Thou causest to sing.
9 Ìwọ bẹ ayé wò, o sì bomirin; ìwọ mú un ọ̀rọ̀ púpọ̀. Odò Ọlọ́run kún fún omi láti pèsè ọkà fún àwọn ènìyàn, nítorí ibẹ̀ ni ìwọ ti yàn án.
Thou hast inspected the earth, and waterest it, Thou makest it very rich, the rivulet of God [is] full of water, Thou preparest their corn, When thus Thou dost prepare it,
10 Ìwọ fi bomirin sí aporo rẹ̀ ìwọ tẹ́ ògúlùtu rẹ̀; ìwọ fi òjò mú ilẹ̀ rẹ̀ rọ̀, o sì bùkún ọ̀gbìn rẹ̀.
Its ridges have been filled, Deepened hath been its furrow, With showers Thou dost soften it, Its springing up Thou blessest.
11 Ìwọ fi oore rẹ dé ọdún ní adé, ọ̀rá ń kán ní ipa ọ̀nà rẹ.
Thou hast crowned the year of Thy goodness, And Thy paths drop fatness.
12 Pápá tútù ní aginjù ń kan àwọn òkè kéékèèké fi ayọ̀ di ara wọn ní àmùrè.
Drop do the pastures of a wilderness, And joy of the heights Thou girdest on.
13 Agbo ẹran ni a fi wọ pápá tútù náà ní aṣọ; àfonífojì ni a fi ọkà bò mọ́lẹ̀, wọ́n hó fún ayọ̀, wọ́n ń kọrin pẹ̀lú.
Clothed have lambs the flock, And valleys are covered with corn, They shout — yea, they sing!
