Psalms 51
1 To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. When Nathan the prophet came to him, after he had gone in to Bath-sheba. Have pity on me, O God, in your mercy; out of a full heart, take away my sin.
Dawid dwom a ɔtoo no ɛberɛ a ɔde ne ho kaa Batseba na odiyifoɔ Natan kɔɔ ne nkyɛn no. Ao Onyankopɔn hunu me mmɔbɔ, sɛdeɛ wʼadɔeɛ a ɛnsa da no teɛ; wʼahummɔborɔ kɛseɛ no enti, pepa me mmarato.
2 Let all my wrongdoing be washed away, and make me clean from evil.
Hohoro mʼamumuyɛ nyinaa na te me ho firi me bɔne mu!
3 For I am conscious of my error; my sin is ever before me.
Na mahunu me mmarato, na mekae me bɔne daa.
4 Against you, you only, have I done wrong, working that which is evil in your eyes; so that your words may be seen to be right, and you may be clear when you are judging.
Mayɛ mfomsoɔ atia wo; atia wo nko ara na mayɛ deɛ ɛyɛ bɔne wɔ wʼani so, enti, wodi bem wɔ wo kasa mu na wotene wɔ wʼatemmuo mu.
5 Truly, I was formed in evil, and in sin did my mother give me birth.
Ampa ara wɔwoo me wɔ bɔne mu, na bɔne mu na me maame nyinsɛnee me.
6 Your desire is for what is true in the inner parts: in the secrets of my soul you will give me knowledge of wisdom.
Ampa ara nokorɛ na wohwehwɛ wɔ me mu. Wokyerɛ me nyansa a emu dɔ.
7 Make me free from sin with hyssop: let me be washed whiter than snow.
Fa hisope hohoro me ho, na me ho bɛte; dware me, na mɛhoa asene sukyerɛmma.
8 Make me full of joy and rapture; so that the bones which have been broken may be glad.
Ma mente ahosɛpɛ ne anigyeɛ nka; na ma nnompe a woabubuo no nni ahurisie.
9 Let your face be turned from my wrongdoing, and take away all my sins.
Kata wʼani wɔ me bɔne ho na pepa mʼamumuyɛ nyinaa.
10 Make a clean heart in me, O God; give me a right spirit again.
Ao Onyankopɔn, bɔ akoma a emu teɛ wɔ me mu, na ma me honhom foforɔ a ɛdi wo nokorɛ.
11 Do not put me away from before you, or take your holy spirit from me.
Mpamo me mfiri wʼanim na ɛnyi wo Honhom Kronkron mfiri me mu.
12 Give me back the joy of your salvation; let a free spirit be my support.
Fa wo nkwagyeɛ mu anigyeɛ no ma me bio na ma me ɔsetie honhom a ɛbɛkura me.
13 Then will I make your ways clear to wrongdoers; and sinners will be turned to you.
Afei mɛkyerɛ nnebɔneyɛfoɔ wʼakwan, na amumuyɛfoɔ bɛsane aba wo nkyɛn.
14 Be my saviour from violent death, O God, the God of my salvation; and my tongue will give praise to your righteousness.
Ao Onyankopɔn, gye me firi mogya ho afɔdie mu. Onyame a wogye me nkwa, na me tɛkrɛma bɛto wo tenenee ho dwom.
15 O Lord, let my lips be open, so that my mouth may make clear your praise.
Ao Awurade, bue mʼano fafa, na mede mʼano bɛpae mu aka wʼayɛyie.
16 You have no desire for an offering or I would give it; you have no delight in burned offerings.
Wompɛ afɔrebɔ, anka mɛbɔ; wʼani nnye ɔhyeɛ afɔdeɛ ho.
17 The offerings of God are a broken spirit; a broken and sorrowing heart, O God, you will not put from you.
Onyankopɔn afɔdeɛ a ɔpɛ yɛ honhom a abotoɔ. Ao Onyankopɔn, worempo ahonu ne ahobrɛaseɛ akoma.
18 Do good to Zion in your good pleasure, building up the walls of Jerusalem.
Ao Onyankopɔn, ma Sion nya nkɔsoɔ wɔ wʼanigyeɛ mu; na to Yerusalem afasuo.
19 Then you will have delight in the offerings of righteousness, in burned offerings and offerings of beasts; then they will make offerings of oxen on your altar.
Afei afɔrebɔ a ɛho teɛ bɛba, ɔhyeɛ afɔdeɛ a ɛdi mu a ɛbɛsɔ wʼani; na wɔde anantwinini bɛbɔ afɔdeɛ wʼafɔrebukyia so. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.
