Psalms 57
1 Unto the end. May you not destroy. Of David, with the inscription of a title, when he fled from Saul into a cave. Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me. For my soul trusts in you. And I will hope in the shadow of your wings, until iniquity passes away.
Dawid dwom a ɔtoo bere a oguan fii Saulo nkyɛn kɔɔ ɔbodan no mu. Hu me mmɔbɔ, me Onyankopɔn, hu me mmɔbɔ, na wo mu na me kra nya guankɔbea. Wo ntaban nwini ase na mɛpɛ guankɔbea kosi sɛ amanehunu no betwa mu.
2 I will cry out to God Most High, to God who has been kind to me.
Misu frɛ Onyankopɔn, Ɔsorosoroni no; Onyankopɔn a ɔma ne pɛ ba mu wɔ me ho.
3 He sent from heaven and freed me. He has surrendered into disgrace those who trampled me. God has sent his mercy and his truth.
Ɔsoma fi ɔsoro hɔ begye me nkwa, ɔka wɔn a wɔtaa me anibere so no anim; Onyankopɔn soma ne dɔ ne ne nokware.
4 And he has rescued my soul from the midst of the young lions. I slept troubled. The sons of men: their teeth are weapons and arrows, and their tongue is a sharp sword.
Gyata atwa me ho ahyia; meda mmoa a wɔwe nam amono mu, nnipa a wɔn se te sɛ mpeaw ne mmɛmma na wɔn tɛkrɛma te sɛ afoa a ɛyɛ nnam.
5 Be exalted above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth.
Onyankopɔn, ɛsɛ sɛ wɔma wo so tra ɔsoro, na ama wʼanuonyam aba asase nyinaa so.
6 They prepared a snare for my feet, and they bowed down my soul. They dug a pit before my face, yet they have fallen into it.
Wɔtrɛw asau mu de sum mʼanan afiri, ahohiahia brɛɛ me ase. Wotuu amoa wɔ me kwan mu, nanso wɔn ankasa akɔtotɔ mu.
7 My heart is prepared, O God, my heart is prepared. I will sing, and I will compose a psalm.
Ao, Onyankopɔn, me koma agyina pintinn, me koma yɛ pintinn; mɛto dwom na mayi wo ayɛ.
8 Rise up, my glory. Rise up, psaltery and harp. I will arise in early morning.
Me kra nyan! Sanku ne bɛnta, munnyan! Me nso menyan anɔpahema.
9 I will confess to you, O Lord, among the peoples. I will compose a psalm to you among the nations.
Awurade, mɛkamfo wo wɔ aman no mu; mɛto wo ho nnwom wɔ nnipa mu.
10 For your mercy has been magnified, even to the heavens, and your truth, even to the clouds.
Wʼadɔe so, ɛkorɔn sen ɔsoro; wo nokwaredi du wim.
11 Be exalted above the heavens, O God, and your glory above all the earth.
Ao, Onyankopɔn, wɔmma wo so mmoro ɔsoro; ma wʼanuonyam nkata asase nyinaa so. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔto no sɛnea wɔto “Mma Wɔnnsɛe No” sanku nne so.
