Psalms 56

1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “A Dove on Distant Oaks.” A Miktam of David, when the Philistines seized him in Gath. Be merciful to me, O God, for men are hounding me; all day they press their attack.

Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔto no sɛnea wɔto “Aburuburu a osi Akyirikyiri Odum so,” nne so. Dawid dwom a ɔtoo bere a Filistifo kyeree no wɔ Gat no. Onyankopɔn, hu me mmɔbɔ na nnipa taa me anibere so; da mu nyinaa womia wɔn taa no mu.

2 My enemies pursue me all day long, for many proudly assail me.

Wɔn a wɔbɔ me ahohora taa me da mu nyinaa; wɔn a wɔma wɔn ho so tia me no dɔɔso.

3 When I am afraid, I put my trust in You.

Sɛ mebɔ hu a, mede me ho bɛto wo so.

4 In God, whose word I praise— in God I trust. I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?

Onyankopɔn a mekamfo nʼasɛm no, mede me ho to Onyankopɔn so, na merensuro. Dɛn na onipa desani betumi ayɛ me?

5 All day long they twist my words; all their thoughts are on my demise.

Da mu nyinaa wogye mʼano si bɔne; bere biara wɔbɔ pɔw sɛ wɔbɛsɛe me.

6 They conspire, they lurk, they watch my steps while they wait to take my life.

Wɔbɔ pɔw, wɔtetɛw, wɔhwɛ mʼanammɔntu, susuw sɛ wobekum me.

7 In spite of such sin, will they escape? In Your anger, O God, cast down the nations.

Wɔn amumɔyɛ nti mma wɔmmfa wɔn ho nni; Onyankopɔn, brɛ amanaman no ase wɔ wʼabufuw mu.

8 You have taken account of my wanderings. Put my tears in Your bottle— are they not in Your book?

Kyerɛw me kwadwom to hɔ; sese me nusu wɔ wo nhoma mmobɔwee no mu. Enni nea woakyerɛw ato hɔ no mu ana?

9 Then my enemies will retreat on the day I cry for help. By this I will know that God is on my side.

Sɛ mepɛ mmoa fi wo hɔ a, mʼatamfo bɛsan wɔn akyi. Eyi bɛma mahu sɛ Onyankopɔn wɔ mʼafa.

10 In God, whose word I praise, in the LORD, whose word I praise,

Onyankopɔn a mekamfo nʼasɛm no, Awurade a mekamfo nʼasɛm no,

11 in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?

mede me ho to Onyankopɔn so; na merensuro. Dɛn na ɔdesani betumi ayɛ me?

12 Your vows are upon me, O God; I will render thank offerings to You.

Me Onyankopɔn, mehyɛ bɔ a mahyɛ wo no ase, mede mʼaseda afɔre bɛbrɛ wo.

13 For You have delivered my soul from death, and my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before God in the light of life.

Efisɛ, woagye me afi owu mu, na mʼanan anhintiw, na matumi anantew Onyankopɔn anim wɔ nkwa hann no mu.