Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from the presence of his son Abessalom. O Lord, why are they that afflict me multiplied? many rise up against me.
Dawid dwom a ɔtoeɛ ɛberɛ a ɔredwane afiri ne babarima Absalom anim. Ao Awurade, hwɛ sɛdeɛ mʼatamfoɔ dɔɔso fa! Dodoɔ no ara na wɔsɔre tia me!
2 Many say concerning my soul, There is no deliverance for him in his God. (Pause)
Bebree no ara ka fa me ho sɛ, “Onyankopɔn rennye no”.
3 But you, O Lord, are my helper: my glory, and the one that lifts up my head.
Nanso, Ao Awurade, woyɛ akokyɛm a atwa me ho ahyia wohyɛ me animuonyam na wopagya me ti.
4 I cried to the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy mountain. (Pause)
Meteam su frɛ Awurade, na ɔgye me so firi ne bepɔ kronkron no so.
5 I lay down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord will help me.
Metɔ hɔ na meda a, menyane bio, ɛfiri sɛ Awurade kora me so.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, who beset me round about.
Merensuro atamfoɔ mpem mpem a wɔatwa me ho ahyia no.
7 Arise, Lord; deliver me, my God: for you have struck all who were without cause mine enemies; you have broken the teeth of sinners.
Sɔre, Ao Awurade! Gye me, Ao me Onyankopɔn! Bobɔ mʼatamfoɔ nyinaa apantan; na tutu amumuyɛfoɔ se.
8 Deliverance is the Lord's, and your blessing is upon your people.
Awurade hɔ na ɔgyeɛ firi ba. Ma wo nhyira mmra wo nkurɔfoɔ so. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ. Wɔto wɔ sankuhoma so.
