Psalms 17
1 Hear the right, O Jehovah, attend to my cry. Give ear to my prayer, that goes not out of feigned lips.
Dawid Mpaebɔ. Awurade, tie me trenee abisade; tie me sufrɛ. Yɛ aso ma me mpaebɔ; nea emfi nnaadaa anofafa mu.
2 Let my justice come forth from thy presence. Let thine eyes look upon equity.
Ma me bembu mfi wo; ma wʼani nhu nea ɛyɛ pɛ.
3 Thou have proved my heart. Thou have visited me in the night. Thou have tried me, and find nothing. I have purposed that my mouth shall not transgress.
Wopɛɛpɛɛ me koma mu, wohwehwɛ me mu anadwo, na wosɔ me hwɛ de, nanso wubehu sɛ minsusuw bɔne bi ɛ; mʼano nkaa bɔne bi ɛ.
4 As for the works of men, by the word of thy lips I have kept from the ways of a violent man.
Nnipa nneyɛe fam no, anom asɛm nti matwe me ho afi basabasayɛfo akwan ho.
5 My steps have held fast to thy paths. My feet have not slipped.
Menam wʼakwan so daa; me nan nhintiw ɛ.
6 I have called upon thee, for thou will answer me, O God. Incline thine ear to me, and hear my speech.
Misu mefrɛ wo, Onyankopɔn na wubegye me so; yɛ aso ma me na tie me mpaebɔ.
7 Show thy marvelous loving kindness, O thou who saves by thy right hand those who take refuge from those who rise up.
Da wo dɔ nwonwaso no adi; wo a wode wo nsa nifa gye wɔn a wɔde wɔn ho to wo so no nkwa fi wɔn atamfo nsam no.
8 Keep me as the apple of the eye. Hide me under the shadow of thy wings,
Hwɛ me so sɛ obi a wodɔ no; fa me sie wo ntaban nwini no ase,
9 from the wicked who oppress me, my deadly enemies, who encompass me around.
fi amumɔyɛfo a wɔretaataa me no nsam, mʼatamfo a wɔatwa me ho ahyia no.
10 They are enclosed in their own fat. With their mouth they speak proudly.
Wopirim wɔn koma, na wɔkasa ahantan so.
11 They have now encompassed us in our steps. They set their eyes to cast down to the earth.
Wɔadi me ntɛntɛ, afei wɔatwa me ho ahyia; wɔn ani abere sɛ wɔbɛbɔ me ahwe fam.
12 He is like a lion that is greedy of his prey, and as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.
Wɔte sɛ gyata a hanam ho kɔm de no, te sɛ gyata kɛse bi a wabutuw wɔ ahintawee.
13 Arise, O Jehovah, confront him. Cast him down. Deliver my soul from the wicked by thy sword,
Sɔre, Awurade! Wone wɔn mfa mmɔ ani na ka wɔn hyɛ; fa wʼafoa no gye me fi amumɔyɛfo no nsam.
14 from men by thy hand, O Jehovah, from men of the world whose portion is in this life, and whose belly thou fill with thy treasure. They are satisfied with sons, and leave the rest of their substance to their babes.
Awurade, fa wo nsa gye me fi nnipa a wɔte sɛɛ nsam; asase so nnipa a wɔn akatua wɔ nkwa yi mu no. Womma ɔkɔm nne wɔn a wʼani ku wɔn ho; wɔn mmabarima wɔ bebree, na wɔkora agyapade ma wɔn mma.
15 As for me, I shall behold thy face in righteousness. I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy form.
Na me trenee mu, mehu wʼanim; sɛ minyan na mihu wo a me koma bɛtɔ me yam. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo.
