Psalms 41
1 To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. Happy is the man who gives thought to the poor; the Lord will be his saviour in the time of trouble.
Dawid dwom. Nhyira ne onipa a mmɔborɔni asɛm ho hia no. Awurade gye no wɔ amanehunu berɛ mu.
2 The Lord will keep him safe, and give him life; the Lord will let him be a blessing on the earth, and will not give him into the hand of his haters.
Awurade bɛbɔ ne ho ban na wakora ne kra. Ɔbɛhyira no wɔ asase no so; ɔrennyaa no mma nʼatamfoɔ apɛdeɛ.
3 The Lord will be his support on his bed of pain: by you will all his grief be turned to strength.
Awurade bɛhwɛ no wɔ ne yadeɛ mpa so na wagye no asi hɔ.
4 I said, Lord, have mercy on me; make my soul well, because my faith is in you.
Mekaa sɛ, “Ao Awurade hunu me mmɔbɔ; sa me yadeɛ, ɛfiri sɛ mayɛ bɔne atia wo.”
5 My haters say evil against me, When will he be dead, and his name come to an end?
Mʼatamfoɔ de adwene bɔne ka wɔ me ho sɛ: “Da bɛn na ɔbɛwu ama ne din ayera?”
6 If one comes to see me, deceit is in his heart; he keeps a store of evil, which he makes public in every place.
Ɛberɛ biara a obi ba me nkyɛn no, ɔka atorɔsɛm, na nʼakoma hɔre dinsɛeɛ; ɔfiri adi kɔ a, ɔde kɔdi nsekuro.
7 All my haters are talking secretly together against me; they are designing my downfall.
Mʼatamfoɔ nyinaa keka asomusɛm fa me ho; wɔsusu bɔne ma me na wɔka sɛ:
8 They say, He has an evil disease, which will not let him go: and now that he is down he will not get up again.
“Yare bɔne bi abɔ no; ɔrensɔre mfiri deɛ ɔda hɔ bio.”
9 Even my dearest friend, in whom I had faith, who took bread with me, is turned against me.
Mpo me yɔnko pa ara a mede me ho too ne soɔ, deɛ me ne no too nsa didiiɛ no, asɔre atia me.
10 But you, O Lord, have mercy on me, lifting me up, so that I may give them their punishment.
Nanso wo, Awurade, hunu me mmɔbɔ; pagya me, na mentua wɔn so ka.
11 By this I see that you have pleasure in me, because my hater does not overcome me.
Menim sɛ wʼani sɔ me, na me ɔtamfoɔ renni me so nkonim.
12 And as for me, you are my support in my righteousness, giving me a place before your face for ever.
Me nokorɛdie mu, wokura me mu na wode me gyina wʼanim afebɔɔ.
13 May the Lord God of Israel be praised, through eternal days and for ever. So be it. So be it.
Nhyira nka Awurade, Israel Onyankopɔn, ɛnnɛ ne daa nyinaa. Amen ne Amen! Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.
