Psalms 141

1 A Psalm of David. O Lord, I have cried out to you, hear me. Attend to my voice, when I cry out to you.

Dawid dwom. Ao Awurade, mesu mefrɛ wo, bra me nkyɛn ntɛm so. Sɛ mesu mefrɛ wo a, gye me so.

2 Let my prayer be guided like incense in your sight: the lifting up of my hands, like the evening sacrifice.

Ma me mpaeɛbɔ mmra wʼanim sɛ aduhwam; ma me nsa a mapagya nyɛ sɛ anwummerɛ afɔrebɔ.

3 O Lord, station a guard over my mouth and a door enclosing my lips.

Ao Awurade, ma ɔwɛmfoɔ nwɛn mʼano; na wɛn mʼano ɛpono.

4 Do not turn aside my heart to words of malice, to making excuses for sins, with men who work iniquity; and I will not communicate, even with the best of them.

Mma wɔnntwe mʼakoma nkɔ deɛ ɛyɛ bɔne ho, na ankɔyɛ deɛ amumuyɛfoɔ yɛ no bi; mma me ne abɔnefoɔ nni wɔn nnɔkɔnnɔkɔwadeɛ.

5 The just one will correct me with mercy, and he will rebuke me. But do not allow the oil of the sinner to fatten my head. For my prayer will still be toward their good will.

Ma ɔteneneeni mmɔ me, ɛyɛ ayamyɛ; ma ɔnka mʼanim, ɛyɛ me tiri so ngo. Me tiri rempo. Me mpaeɛbɔ da so tia abɔnefoɔ nneyɛɛ daa.

6 Their judges have been engulfed, joined to the rocks. They will hear my words, which have prevailed,

Wɔbɛto wɔn sodifoɔ afiri abotan so abɛhwe fam; na amumuyɛfoɔ bɛhunu sɛ me nsɛm no yɛ nokorɛ.

7 as when the lava of the earth has erupted above ground. Our bones have been scattered beside Hell. (Sheol h7585)

Wɔbɛka sɛ, “Sɛdeɛ obi funtum na ɔtutu asase no, saa ara na wɔabɔ yɛn nnompe ahwete ɛda ano.” (Sheol h7585)

8 For Lord, O Lord, my eyes look to you. In you, I have hoped. Do not take away my soul.

Nanso, Ao Otumfoɔ Awurade, wo so na mʼani da; wo mu na mehinta. Nnya me mma owuo.

9 Protect me from the snare that they have set up for me and from the scandals of those who work iniquity.

Bɔ me ho ban firi mfidie a wɔasunsum me no mu, mfidie a abɔnefoɔ asunsum no.

10 The sinners will fall into his net. I am alone, until I pass over.

Ma amumuyɛfoɔ no ankasa atena nyi wɔn, na menkɔ me baabi asomdwoeɛ mu.