Psalms 54

1 For the choirmaster. With stringed instruments. A Maskil of David. When the Ziphites went to Saul and said, “Is David not hiding among us?” Save me, O God, by Your name, and vindicate me by Your might!

Dawid “maskil” dwom. Ɔtoo no bere a Sififo kɔka kyerɛɛ Saulo se, “Dawid abehintaw wɔ yɛn mu.” Ao, Onyankopɔn, gye me wɔ wo din mu; fa wo tumi bu me bem.

2 Hear my prayer, O God; listen to the words of my mouth.

Ao, Onyankopɔn, tie me mpaebɔ; tie mʼanom nsɛm.

3 For strangers rise up against me, and ruthless men seek my life— men with no regard for God.

Ahɔho retow ahyɛ me so. Atirimɔdenfo rehwehwɛ me akum me; nnipa a wɔmmfa Onyankopɔn nyɛ hwee.

4 Surely God is my helper; the Lord is the sustainer of my soul.

Ampa ara, Onyankopɔn ne me boafo; Awurade ne me hwɛfo.

5 He will reward my enemies with evil. In Your faithfulness, destroy them.

Ma mmusu nkyim mmra wɔn a wodi me ho nseku no so; wo nokwaredi mu, sɛe wɔn.

6 Freely I will sacrifice to You; I will praise Your name, O LORD, for it is good.

Mefi me pɛ mu abɔ afɔre ama wo; Awurade, meyi wo din ayɛ, efisɛ eye.

7 For He has delivered me from every trouble, and my eyes have stared down my foes.

Woagye me afi me haw nyinaa mu, na mʼani ahu nkonimdi wɔ mʼatamfo so. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔde sanku na ɛto.