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.
Dawid dwom a ɔtoeɛ ɛberɛ a Filistifoɔ kyeree no wɔ Gat no. Ao Onyankopɔn, hunu me mmɔbɔ na nnipa taa me anibereɛ so; da mu nyinaa, wɔmia mmirika a wɔtu wɔtaa me 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 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. Ɛdeɛn na onipa dasani bɛtumi ayɛ me?
5 All day long they twist my words; all their thoughts are on my demise.
Ɛda mu nyinaa wɔgye mʼano si bɔne; ɛberɛ biara wɔbɔ pɔ sɛ wɔbɛteetee me.
6 They conspire, they lurk, they watch my steps while they wait to take my life.
Wɔbɔ pɔ, na wɔtetɛ, wɔhwɛ mʼanammɔntuo, na wɔpere sɛ wɔbɛkum me.
7 In spite of such sin, will they escape? In Your anger, O God, cast down the nations.
Ɛkwan biara so, mma wɔmfa wɔn ho nni; Ao Onyankopɔn, brɛ amanaman no ase wɔ wʼabufuo mu.
8 You have taken account of my wanderings. Put my tears in Your bottle— are they not in Your book?
Twerɛ me kwadwom to hɔ; sese me nisuo wɔ wo nwoma mmobɔeɛ no mu. Ɛnni deɛ woatwerɛ ato hɔ no mu anaa?
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 firi wo hɔ a, mʼatamfoɔ bɛsane wɔn akyi. Yei bɛma mahunu 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. Ɛdeɛn na ɔdasani bɛtumi ayɛ me?
12 Your vows are upon me, O God; I will render thank offerings to You.
Ao Onyankopɔn, mehyɛ ɛbɔ a mahyɛ wo no ase, mede mʼaseda afɔdeɛ 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.
Ɛfiri sɛ, woagye me afiri owuo mu, woamma me nan ansunti, sɛdeɛ mɛtumi anante Onyankopɔn anim wɔ nkwa hann mu. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ no. Wɔto no sɛdeɛ wɔto “Mma Wɔnsɛe No.”
