Psalms 7
1 A Psalm of David, which he sang to the Lord because of the words of Cush, the son of Jemini. O Lord, my God, in you I have hoped. Save me from all those who persecute me, and free me:
Dawid adesrɛ dwom a Benyaminni Kus nsɛm nti ɔto maa Awurade. Awurade me Nyankopɔn, miguan toa wo; Gye me fi wɔn a wɔtaa me nyinaa nsam,
2 lest at any time, like a lion, he might seize my soul, while there is no one to redeem me, nor any who can save.
anyɛ saa a wɔbɛtetew me mu sɛ gyata na wɔatetew me mu asinasin a obiara rentumi nnye me.
3 O Lord, my God, if there is iniquity in my hands, if I have done this:
Awurade me Nyankopɔn, sɛ mayɛ eyi na sɛ afɔdi aba me so a,
4 if I have repaid those who rendered evils to me, may I deservedly fall away empty before my enemies:
sɛ mayɛ bɔne atia nea ɔne me te yiye, anaasɛ mabɔ me tamfo korɔn kwa a,
5 let the enemy pursue my soul, and take hold of it, and trample my life into the earth, and drag down my glory into the dust. (Pause)
ɛno de ma mʼatamfo ntaa me na wɔmmɛto me; ma wontiatia me so wɔ fam, na wɔmma me funu nna mfutuma mu.
6 Rise up, Lord, in your anger. And be exalted to the borders of my enemies. And rise up, O Lord my God, according to the precept that you commanded,
Sɔre wɔ wʼabufuw mu, Awurade! Sɔre tia mʼatamfo abufuw. Nyan, me Nyankopɔn; hyɛ atɛntrenee mmara.
7 and a congregation of people will surround you. And, because of this, return on high.
Ma nnipadɔm mmetwa wo ho nhyia. Fi ɔsoro hɔ di wɔn so;
8 The Lord judges the people. Judge me, O Lord, according to my justice and according to my innocence within me.
ma Awurade mmu nnipa no atɛn. Bu me atɛn, Awurade sɛnea me trenee te, sɛnea me nokwaredi te, Ao, Ɔsorosoroni.
9 The wickedness of sinners will be consumed, and you will direct the just: the examiner of hearts and temperaments is God.
Onyankopɔn treneeni, wo a wohwehwɛ adwene ne koma mu, fa amumɔyɛfo basabasayɛ bra awiei na ma atreneefo nnya bammɔ.
10 Just is my help from the Lord, who saves the upright of heart.
Me nkatabo ne Ɔsorosoro Nyankopɔn nea ogye koma mu treneeni no.
11 God is a just judge, strong and patient. How could he be angry throughout every day?
Onyankopɔn yɛ otemmufo treneeni, Onyame a ɔda nʼabufuwhyew adi da biara.
12 Unless you will be converted, he will brandish his sword. He has extended his bow and made it ready.
Sɛ wansesa nʼadwene a, ɔbɛsew nʼafoa ano; obekuntun ne tadua na ɔde bɛmma ahyɛ mu.
13 And with it, he has prepared instruments of death. He has produced his arrows for those on fire.
Wasiesie nʼakode a ɛyɛ hu; ayɛ ne bɛmma a ɛredɛw no krado.
14 Behold him who has given birth to injustice: he has conceived sorrow and has begotten iniquity.
Nea onyinsɛn amumɔyɛ na basabasayɛ ahyɛ no ma no, ɔwo nnaadaa.
15 He has opened a pit and enlarged it. And he has fallen into the hole that he made.
Nea otu tokuru, na oyi mu dɔte no hwe tokuru a watu no mu.
16 His sorrow will be turned upon his own head, and his iniquity will descend upon his highest point.
Ɔhaw a ɔde ba no dan bɔ nʼankasa so; ne basabasayɛ bɔ nʼankasa ti so.
17 I will confess to the Lord according to his justice, and I will sing a psalm to the name of the Lord Most High.
Mede aseda bɛma Awurade, ne trenee nti, na mato ayeyi dwom ayi Awurade, Ɔsorosoroni no din ayɛ. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo se wɔnto no “gittit” sanku nne so.
