Psalms 92
1 Saamu. Orin. Fún Ọjọ́ Ìsinmi. Ohun rere ni láti máa fi ọpẹ́ fún Olúwa àti láti máa kọrin sí orúkọ rẹ̀, Ọ̀gá-ògo,
A Psalm. — A Song for the sabbath-day. Good to give thanks to Jehovah, And to sing praises to Thy name, O Most High,
2 láti kéde ìfẹ́ rẹ̀ ní òwúrọ̀ àti òtítọ́ rẹ̀ ní alẹ́,
To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.
3 lára ohùn èlò orin olókùn mẹ́wàá àti lára ohun èlò orin haapu.
On ten strings and on psaltery, On (higgaion) with harp.
4 Nítorí ìwọ ni ó mú inú mi dùn nípa iṣẹ́ rẹ Olúwa; èmi kọrin ayọ̀ sí iṣẹ́ ọwọ́ rẹ.
For Thou hast caused me to rejoice, O Jehovah, in Thy work, Concerning the works of Thy hands I sing.
5 Báwo ni iṣẹ́ rẹ tí tóbi tó, Olúwa? Èrò inú rẹ ìjìnlẹ̀ ni!
How great have been Thy works, O Jehovah, Very deep have been Thy thoughts.
6 Òpè ènìyàn kò mọ̀ ọ́n, aṣiwèrè kò sì mọ̀ ọ́n,
A brutish man doth not know, And a fool understandeth not this; —
7 nígbà tí àwọn ènìyàn búburú bá rú jáde bí i koríko àti gbogbo àwọn olùṣe búburú gbèrú, wọn yóò run láéláé.
When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity — For their being destroyed for ever and ever!
8 Ṣùgbọ́n ìwọ Olúwa ni a ó gbéga títí láé.
And Thou [art] high to the age, O Jehovah.
9 Nítorí nítòótọ́ àwọn ọ̀tá rẹ, Olúwa, nítòótọ́ àwọn ọ̀tá rẹ yóò ṣègbé; gbogbo àwọn olùṣe búburú ni a ó fọ́nká.
For, lo, Thine enemies, O Jehovah, For, lo, Thine enemies, do perish, Separate themselves do all workers of iniquity.
10 Ìwọ ti gbé ìwo mi ga bí i ti màlúù igbó; òróró dídára ni a dà sí mi ní orí.
And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.
11 Ojú mi ti rí ìṣubú àwọn ọ̀tá mi; ìparun sí àwọn ènìyàn búburú tí ó dìde sí mi.
And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.
12 Olódodo yóò gbèrú bí i igi ọ̀pẹ, wọn yóò dàgbà bí i igi kedari Lebanoni,
The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.
13 tí a gbìn sí ilé Olúwa, Wọn yóò rúwé nínú àgbàlá Ọlọ́run wa.
Those planted in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of our God do flourish.
14 Wọn yóò máa so èso ní ìgbà ogbó, wọn yóò dúró ní àkọ̀tun, wọn yóò sì tutù nini,
Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,
15 láti fihàn pé, “Ẹni ìdúró ṣinṣin ni Olúwa; òun ni àpáta mi, kò sì ṣí aburú kankan nínú rẹ̀.”
To declare that upright [is] Jehovah my rock, And there is no perverseness in Him!
