Psalms 84
1 To the Chief Musician. On "the Gittith." For the Sons of Korah. A Melody. How lovely are thy habitations, O Yahweh of hosts!
Korah ƒe viwo ƒe ha na hɛnɔ la. Woadzii ɖe gitit ƒe gbeɖiɖi nu. O! Yehowa, Dziƒoʋakɔwo ƒe Aƒetɔ, wò nɔƒe dzeani loo!
2 My soul, longeth—yea even languisheth—for the courts of Yahweh, —My heart and my flesh, shout aloud for a Living GOD.
Yehowa, wò xɔxɔnuwo le nye luʋɔ dzrom kutɔkutɔe. Nye dzi kple ŋutilã le vivi dom ɖe Mawu gbagbe la ŋu.
3 Even the sparrow, hath found a home, And, the swallow, a nest for herself, where she hath laid her young, Thine altars, O Yahweh of hosts, My king and my God!
O! Yehowa, Dziƒoʋakɔwo ƒe Aƒetɔ, Fianye kple Mawunye, sagbadre gɔ̃ hã kpɔ nɔƒe, eye atsutsrɔe wɔ atɔ na eɖokui, afi si wòatsɔ viawo ada ɖo, be wòate ɖe wò vɔsamlekpui la ŋu.
4 How happy are they who abide in thy house, —Still are they praising thee. (Selah)
Woayra ame siwo nɔa wò aƒe me la, elabena wole kafuwòm ɖaa. (Sela)
5 How happy the men whose strength is in thee, Festive processions are in their heart.
Woayra ame siwo ƒe ŋusẽ le mewò, ame siwo ƒe dzi ku ɖe xɔsemɔzɔzɔ ŋuti.
6 Passing through the balsam-vale, A place of fountains, they make it, Yea, with blessings, is it covered by the early rain.
Ne woto Baka Balime la, wowɔnɛ wòzua tsidzɔƒewo, eye kelemetsi tsyɔa edzi kple yayra.
7 They go from strength to strength, Each one appeareth before God in Zion.
Wole azɔli dzi tso ŋusẽ me yi ŋusẽ me va se ɖe esime wo dometɔ ɖe sia ɖe nado ɖe Mawu ŋkume le Zion.
8 O Yahweh, God of hosts, hear thou my prayer, —Give hear, thou God of Jacob. (Selah)
Yehowa, Mawu Ŋusẽkatãtɔ; O! Yakob ƒe Mawu, ɖo to nye gbedodoɖa. (Sela)
9 Our Shield, behold thou, O God, And look upon the face of thine Anointed One.
O! Mawu, nye kɔ nàkpɔ míaƒe akpoxɔnu, eye nakpɔ wò amesiamina la kple amenuveve.
10 For better is a day in thy courts, than a thousand, I choose rather to stand at the threshold in the house of my God, Than to dwell in the tents of lawlessness.
Ŋkeke ɖeka le wò xɔxɔnu nyo wu akpe le afi aɖe; enyo be manye agbonudzɔla le Mawu ƒe aƒe me wu be manɔ ame vɔ̃ɖi ƒe agbadɔ me,
11 For, a sun and shield, is Yahweh God, —Grace and glory, will Yahweh give, He will not withhold what is good, from them who walk without blame.
elabena Yehowa Mawue nye ɣe kple akpoxɔnu. Yehowae naa amenuveve kple bubu, eye metea nu nyui ame siwo fɔɖiɖi mele woƒe zɔzɔme ŋu o.
12 O Yahweh of hosts! How happy the man who trusteth in thee!
O! Yehowa, Dziƒoʋakɔwo ƒe Aƒetɔ, woayra ŋutsu si ɖoa dzi ɖe ŋuwò la.
