Psalms 122

1 A song of degrees, or Psalme of David. I rejoiced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord.

David ƒe mɔzɔha. Mekpɔ dzidzɔ kple ame siwo gblɔ nam be, “Mina míayi Yehowa ƒe aƒe me.”

2 Our feete shall stand in thy gates, O Ierusalem.

O! Yerusalem, míaƒe afɔwo le wò agbowo nu.

3 Ierusalem is builded as a citie, that is compact together in it selfe:

Wotso Yerusalem, eye nèle abe du si tsyia ɖe wo nɔewo nu ene.

4 Whereunto the Tribes, euen the Tribes of the Lord go vp according to the testimonie to Israel, to prayse the Name of the Lord.

Afi ma to vovovoawo yina, Yehowa ƒe toawo, be woakafu Yehowa, le ɖoɖo si wòna Israel nu.

5 For there are thrones set for iudgement, euen the thrones of the house of Dauid.

Afi ma woɖo ʋɔnudrɔ̃zikpuiwo ɖo, David ƒe aƒe la ƒe fiazikpuiwo.

6 Pray for the peace of Ierusalem: let them prosper that loue thee.

Mido gbe ɖa, abia ŋutifafa na Yerusalem be, “Ame siwo lɔ̃ wò la nenɔ dedie.

7 Peace be within thy walles, and prosperitie within thy palaces.

Ŋutifafa nenɔ wò gliwo me kple dedinɔnɔ le wò fiasãwo me.”

8 For my brethren and neighbours sakes I will wish thee now prosperitie.

Le nɔvinye ŋutsuwo kple xɔ̃nyewo ta, magblɔ be, “Ŋutifafa nenɔ mewò.”

9 Because of the House of the Lord our God, I will procure thy wealth.

Le Yehowa, míaƒe Mawu la ƒe aƒe la ta, madi dzidzedze na wò.