Psalms 6

1 To the chief music-maker on corded instruments, on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David. O Lord, do not be bitter with me in your wrath; do not send punishment on me in the heat of your passion.

Dawid dwom. Ao, Awurade nka mʼanim wɔ wʼabofuo mu, na ntwe mʼaso nso wɔ wʼabufuhyeɛ mu.

2 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.

Hu me mmɔbɔ, Awurade, ɛfiri sɛ meyɛ mmrɛ; Ao Awurade sa me yadeɛ na me nnompe wɔ ahoyera mu.

3 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?

Me kra wɔ ahohia mu. Ɛnkɔsi da bɛn, Ao Awurade, ɛnkɔsi da bɛn?

4 Come back, O Lord, make my soul free; O give me salvation because of your mercy.

Sane bra, Ao Awurade, na bɛgye me nkwa; gye me, wo dɔ a ɛnni hwammɔ no enti.

5 For in death there is no memory of you; in the underworld who will give you praise? (Sheol h7585)

Obi a wawuo no renkae wo da, hwan na ɔfiri damena mu kamfo woɔ? (Sheol h7585)

6 The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.

Apinisie ama mayɛ mmerɛ. Anadwo mu nyinaa mede agyaadwotwa fɔ me mpa na me nisuo fɔ me sumiiɛ.

7 My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.

Awerɛhoɔ ama mʼani so ayɛ me kusuu. Ɛredum mʼatamfoɔ nyinaa enti.

8 Go from me, all you workers of evil; for the Lord has given ear to the voice of my weeping.

Mo nnebɔneyɛfoɔ, montwe mo ho mfiri me ho, ɛfiri sɛ Awurade ate me sufrɛ.

9 The Lord has given ear to my request; the Lord has let my prayer come before him.

Awurade ate me mmɔborɔ su; Awurade tie me sufrɛ.

10 Let all those who are against me be shamed and deeply troubled; let them be turned back and suddenly put to shame.

Mʼatamfoɔ nyinaa anim bɛgu ase na wɔn ho adwiri wɔn; na wɔapatu de fɛreɛ asane wɔn akyi.