Psalms 39
1 For the choirmaster. For Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, “I will watch my ways so that I will not sin with my tongue; I will guard my mouth with a muzzle as long as the wicked are present.”
Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo no. Yedutun. Dawid dwom. Mekae se, “Mɛhwɛ mʼakwan yiye na mamfa me tɛkrɛma anyɛ bɔne; mɛto mʼano nnareka bere a amumɔyɛfo bɛn me yi.
2 I was speechless and still; I remained silent, even from speaking good, and my sorrow was stirred.
Enti meyɛɛ komm a manka asɛm papa biara mpo nanso mʼapinisi mu yɛɛ den.
3 My heart grew hot within me; as I mused, the fire burned. Then I spoke with my tongue:
Me koma ho guan no wɔ me mu. Midwinnwen no, ogya dɛwee; afei mede me tɛkrɛma kasae se:
4 “Show me, O LORD, my end and the measure of my days. Let me know how fleeting my life is.
“Awurade, ma minhu me nkwa awiei ne me nna dodow; ma minhu sɛnea me nkwa si twa mu ntɛm so.
5 You, indeed, have made my days as handbreadths, and my lifetime as nothing before You. Truly each man at his best exists as but a breath.
Woayɛ me nna sɛ nsateaa baako pɛ; na me mfe dodow nyɛ hwee wɔ wʼani so. Onipa nkwa yɛ ɔhome bi kɛkɛ.
6 Surely every man goes about like a phantom; surely he bustles in vain; he heaps up riches not knowing who will haul them away.
Onipa redi akɔneaba nyinaa no, ɔte sɛ sunsuma bi kwa; ɔhaw ne ho nanso ɔyɛ kwa; ɔboa ahonya ano na onnim nea ɛbɛyɛ ne de.
7 And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in You.
“Afei Awurade, dɛn na merehwehwɛ? Mʼanidaso wɔ wo mu.
8 Deliver me from all my transgressions; do not make me the reproach of fools.
Gye me fi me bɔne nyinaa mu; mma mennyɛ nkwaseafo aserewde.
9 I have become mute; I do not open my mouth because of what You have done.
Meyɛɛ komm, na mammue mʼano, efisɛ wo na woayɛ eyi.
10 Remove Your scourge from me; I am perishing by the force of Your hand.
Yi wʼasotwe fi me so; wo nsa ano amanehunu amene me.
11 You discipline and correct a man for his iniquity, consuming like a moth what he holds dear; surely each man is but a vapor.
Woka nnipa anim, na wotwe wɔn aso wɔ wɔn bɔne ho; wosɛe wɔn ahonya te sɛ nwewee; onipa biara yɛ ɔhome kɛkɛ.
12 Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. For I am a foreigner dwelling with You, a stranger like all my fathers.
“Awurade, tie me mpaebɔ, tie me sufrɛ; nsiw wʼaso wɔ me su ho. Me ne wo te hɔ sɛ ɔnanani, sɛnea na mʼagyanom nyinaa te no.
13 Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may again be cheered before I depart and am no more.”
Yi wʼani fi me so na manya nkwa bio, ansa na mafi ha a mente ase bio.”
