Psalms 4
1 To the Chief Musician: with stringed instruments. A Melody of David. When I cry, answer me, O mine own righteous God, In a strait place, thou hast made room for me, Show me favour, and hear my prayer.
David ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Woadzii ɖe kasaŋku ŋu. Nye Mawu dzɔdzɔetɔ, tɔ nam ne meyɔ wò. Na gbɔdzɔem le nye xaxa me; kpɔ nye nublanui, eye nàse nye gbedodoɖa.
2 Ye sons of the great! how long, turning my glory to contempt, will ye love emptiness, will ye seek falsehood? (Selah)
O! Amegbetɔviwo, va se ɖe ɣe ka ɣie miaɖi gbɔ̃ nye ŋutikɔkɔe? Va se ɣe ka ɣie mialɔ̃ beble, ahadze aʋatsomawuwo yome? (Sela)
3 Know ye, then, that Yahweh hath set apart the man of lovingkindness for himself: Yahweh, will hear, when I cry to him.
Minyae be Yehowa tia mawuvɔ̃lawo na eɖokui, eya ta Yehowa asee, ne meyɔe.
4 Be deeply moved, but do not sin, —Ponder in your own heart upon your bed, and be silent. (Selah)
Migawɔ nu vɔ̃ ne dzi ku mi o; ne miele miaƒe abawo dzi la, midzro miaƒe dziwo me, eye mizi ɖoɖoe. (Sela)
5 Sacrifice the sacrifices of righteousness; and put your trust in Yahweh.
Misa vɔ siwo le dzɔdzɔe, eye miɖo dzi ɖe Yehowa ŋu.
6 Multitudes, are saying, Who will show us prosperity? Lift thou upon us the light of thy countenance, O Yahweh.
Ame geɖewo le biabiam be, “Ame kae afia nu nyui aɖe mí?” Na wò mo ƒe kekeli naklẽ ɖe mía dzi, O! Yehowa.
7 Thou hast put gladness in my heart, —beyond the season when, their corn and their new wine, have increased.
Ètsɔ dzidzɔ gã aɖe yɔ nye dzi me wu ame siwo bli kple wain yeye do agbogbo na.
8 In peace, will I lay me down and at once sleep; for, thou, Yahweh alone, wilt cause me, in security, to dwell.
Mamlɔ anyi, adɔ alɔ̃ le ŋutifafa me, elabena wò, Yehowa, koe na mele dedie.
