Psalms 55
1 To the Chief Musician: with stringed Instruments. A Psalm of Instruction, of David. Give ear, O God, to my prayer, And do not hide thyself from my supplication:
David ƒe nufiameha na hɛnɔ la. Woadzii ɖe kasaŋku ŋu. O! Mawu, ɖo to nye gbedodoɖa, mègado toku nye kokoƒoƒo o.
2 Attend unto me, and answer me, I may ramble in my complaining, And be driven to and fro—
Ɖo tom, eye nàtɔ nam. Nye tamesusuwo ɖea fu nam, eye metɔtɔna,
3 Because of the noise of the enemy, By reason of the oppression of the lawless one, For they would let trouble drop upon me, And, in anger, would they entrap me.
ne mese futɔ la ƒe gbe, alo ne ame vɔ̃ɖi la tro ŋku ɖem. Elabena wohe fukpekpe va dzinye, eye wogblɔa nya vɔ̃wo ɖe ŋunye le woƒe dɔmedzoe me.
4 My heart, would writhe within me, And, the terrors of Death, have fallen upon me:
Nye dzi le nu xam vevie le menye; ku ƒe ŋɔdzi ɖe to ɖem.
5 Fear and trembling, would enter me, And there would have overwhelmed me—a horror!
Vɔvɔ̃ kple dzodzo nyanyanya lém, eye ŋɔdzi gbagba blam.
6 Then I said—Oh that there were given me a pinion, like a dove, I would fly away and be at rest:
Megblɔ be, “O! Ɖe wònye aʋala le asinye abe ahɔnɛ ene la, anye ne madzo aɖadzudzɔ le teƒe aɖe.
7 Lo! I would take a distant flight, I would tarry in the wilderness. (Selah)
Madzo ayi keke gbegbe, aɖanɔ afi ma. (Sela)
8 I would hasten mine escape, From rushing wind, from storm.
Maɖe abla ayi ɖe nye bebeƒe, ate ɖe aga tso ya sesẽwo kple ahom gbɔ.”
9 Confuse, O My Lord, divide their speech, For I have seen violence and contention in the city;
O! Aƒetɔ, tɔtɔ ame vɔ̃ɖiwo, tɔtɔ woƒe nyagbɔgblɔwo, elabena mekpɔ ŋutasesẽ kple ʋunyaʋunya le dua me.
10 Day and night, they go round her, upon her walls, And, trouble and misery, are in her midst;
Zã kple keli wole tatam le eƒe gliwo dzi, eye nugbeɖoɖo kple hiãkame le eme.
11 Engulfing ruin, is in her midst, And there depart not from her broadway, oppression and deceit.
Ŋusẽ siwo gblẽa nu la le dɔ wɔm le dua me; ŋutasesẽ kple alakpadada medzona le eƒe ablɔ dzi o.
12 For it is, not an enemy, that reproacheth me, Or I could bear it, —Not one that hath hated me, who, against me, hath magnified himself, Or I might hide myself from him;
Ne futɔe le dzu yem la, mate ŋu atsɔe; ne ketɔe kɔ eɖokui ɖe dzi ɖe ŋunye la, mate ŋu aɣla ɖee,
13 But it is, thou, a man esteemed as mine equal, mine associate, and mine acquaintance;
gake wò, ŋutsu abe nye ene, xɔ̃nye vevi kple nye kpeɖeŋutɔ,
14 So that together have we been wont to find sweetness in counsel, In the house of God, used we to walk in the throng.
nye kple ame si dome habɔbɔ vivi aɖe nɔ, eye míezɔna aduadu le amehawo dome le gbedoxɔ me lae.
15 Desolations on them! Let them go down into hades alive, For, wicked doings, are at home within them. (Sheol h7585)
Ku neƒo ɖe nye ketɔwo dzi kpoyi; woneyi yɔdo me agbagbe, elabena nu vɔ̃ɖi wɔwɔ xɔ aƒe ɖe wo dome. (Sheol h7585)
16 I, unto God, will cry, —And, Yahweh, will save me.
Ke meyɔ Mawu, eye wòtɔ nam, heɖem.
17 At evening and morning and high noon, have I been wont to lament and complain, And he hath heard my voice!
Fiẽ, ŋdi kple ŋdɔ medo ɣli le xaxame, eye wòse nye gbe.
18 He hath completely redeemed my soul, out of the attack upon me, For, in multitudes, were they [in conflict] with me.
Eɖem tso aʋa si le edzi yim kplim la me le dedinɔnɔ me, togbɔ be ame geɖewo tso ɖe ŋutinye hã.
19 GOD will hear, Yea He will humble them who aforetime sat [enthroned]. (Selah) With whom are no changings, Neither have they revered God.
Mawu, ame si le fiazikpui dzi tegbee la asee, eye wòabɔbɔ wo ɖe anyi, (Sela) ame siwo gbe tɔtrɔ le woƒe mɔwo dzi, eye womevɔ̃a Mawu o lae.
20 He hath thrust forth his hands, against them he was wont to salute, he hath violated his covenant;
Nye zɔhɛ wɔ avu kple exɔlɔ̃wo hegblẽ kɔ ɖo na eƒe nubabla.
21 Smoother than curds, were [the words of] his mouth, But, war, was [in] his heart, —Softer his words than oil, Yet, they, were drawn swords!
Eƒe nuƒo zrɔ̃ dredredre abe notsi kpekpe ene, evɔ aʋawɔwɔ le eƒe dzi me; eƒe numenyawo zrɔ̃ wu ami, gake wonye yi siwo woɖe le aku me lé ɖe asi.
22 Cast upon Yahweh thy lot, and, he, will sustain thee: He will not suffer, to times age-abiding, the righteous one to be shaken.
Tsɔ wò dzimaɖiwo da ɖe Yehowa dzi, eye akpɔ tawò, elabena mana ame dzɔdzɔe la nadze anyi akpɔ gbeɖe o.
23 But, thou, O God, wilt bring them down to the pit of destruction, Men of bloodshed and deceit, shall not live out half their days; But, I, will trust in thee.
O! Mawu, ke wò la, àhe ame vɔ̃ɖiwo ayi yɔdo me. Ŋutsu hlɔ̃dolawo kple ameblelawo manɔ agbe wòade agbemeŋkeke siwo nèna wo la ƒe afã hã o. Ke nye la, wò ko dzi meka ɖo.
