Psalms 71
1 A Psalm of David. Of the sons of Jonadab and the former captives. In you, O Lord, I have hoped; do not let me be brought to ruin forever.
Awurade, wo mu na maguan ahintaw; mma mʼanim ngu ase da.
2 Free me by your justice, and rescue me. Incline your ear to me, and save me.
Wo trenee no nti, yi me na gye me; tie me na gye me nkwa.
3 Be a God of protection and a place of strength for me, so that you may accomplish my salvation. For you are my firmament and my refuge.
Yɛ me nkwagye botan, faako a metumi akɔ daa; hyɛ ma wommegye me nkwa, na wone me botan ne mʼabandennen.
4 Rescue me, O my God, from the hand of the sinner, and from the hand of the unjust and those who act against the law.
Me Nyankopɔn, gye me fi amumɔyɛfo nsam, gye me fi nnebɔneyɛfo ne atirimɔdenfo nsam.
5 For you, O Lord, are my patience: my hope from my youth, O Lord.
Na woayɛ mʼanidaso, Asafo Awurade, mʼahotoso fi me mmabun bere mu.
6 In you, I have been confirmed from conception. From my mother’s womb, you are my protector. In you, I will sing forever.
Mede me ho ato wo so fi awo mu; wo na wuyii me fii me na yafunu mu. Mɛkamfo wo daa.
7 I have become to many as if I were a portent, but you are a strong helper.
Mayɛ nsɛnkyerɛnne ama bebree, nanso wo ne me guankɔbea dennen.
8 Let my mouth be filled with praise, so that I may sing your glory, your greatness all day long.
Wo nkamfo ahyɛ mʼanom ma, mekamfo wʼanuonyam da mu nyinaa.
9 Do not cast me off in the time of old age. Do not abandon me when my strength will fail.
Ntow me nkyene bere a mabɔ akwakoraa; mʼahoɔden sa wɔ me mu a, nnyaw me.
10 For my enemies have spoken against me. And those who watched for my soul have taken counsel as one,
Efisɛ mʼatamfo kasa tia me wɔn a wɔtwɛn sɛ wobekum me no bɔ mu pam me ti so.
11 saying: “God has abandoned him. Pursue and overtake him. For there is no one to rescue him.”
Wɔka se, “Onyankopɔn agyaw no mu; momma yentiw no na yɛnkyere no, na obiara nni hɔ a obegye no.”
12 O God, do not be far from me. O my God, provide for my assistance.
Me Nyankopɔn, mfi me nkyɛn nkɔ akyiri; Onyankopɔn, yɛ ntɛm bɛboa me.
13 May they be confounded, and may they fail, who drag down my soul. Let them be covered with confusion and shame, who seek evils for me.
Ma wɔn a wɔbɔ me sobo no nsɛe wɔ animguase mu; wɔn a wɔpɛ sɛ wopira me no ma ahohora ne animguase nkata wɔn so.
14 But I will always have hope. And I will add more to all your praise.
Nanso me de, menya anidaso daa; mɛkɔ so akamfo wo.
15 My mouth will announce your justice, your salvation all day long. For I have not known letters.
Mɛka wo trenee ho asɛm, ne wo nkwagye da mu nyinaa, nanso minnim ano.
16 I will enter into the powers of the Lord. I will be mindful of your justice alone, O Lord.
Otumfo Awurade, mɛba abɛpae mu aka wo nnwuma akɛse no; mɛpae mu aka wo trenee, wo nko ara de no, akyerɛ.
17 You have taught me from my youth, O God. And so I will declare your wonders continuously,
Onyankopɔn, efi me mmabun bere na wokyerɛkyerɛɛ me, na ebesi nnɛ yi meka wʼanwonwade a woayɛ kyerɛ.
18 even in old age and with grey hairs. Do not abandon me, O God, while I announce your arm to every future generation: your power
Mpo sɛ mebɔ akwakoraa na mifuw dwen a, Onyankopɔn, nnyaw me, kosi sɛ mɛka wo tumi ho asɛm akyerɛ nkyirimma, ne wo kɛseyɛ akyerɛ wɔn a wɔbɛba nyinaa.
19 and your justice, O God, even to the highest great things that you have done. O God, who is like you?
Onyankopɔn, wo trenee du ɔsorosoro, wo a woayɛ nneɛma akɛse. Onyankopɔn, hena na ɔte sɛ wo?
20 How great is the tribulation that you have revealed to me: very great and evil. And so, turning back, you have brought me to life, and you have led me back again from the abyss of the earth.
Mmom woama mahu ɔhaw bebree a ɛyɛ yaw; nanso wobɛma me nkwa bio; na wubeyi me bio, afi asase yam.
21 You have multiplied your magnificence. And so, turning back to me, you have consoled me.
Wobɛhyɛ me anuonyam bebree na woakyekye me werɛ bio.
22 Therefore, I will confess your truth to you, with the instruments of the Psalter. O God, I will sing psalms to you with stringed instruments, O Holy One of Israel.
Mede sanku bɛkamfo wo me Nyankopɔn, wo trenee nti mɛto wʼayeyi dwom wɔ sankuten so, Israel Kronkronni.
23 My lips will exult, when I sing to you, and also my soul, which you have redeemed.
Mʼanofafa de anigye bɛteɛ mu bere a meto dwom kamfo wo, me a woagye me no.
24 And even my tongue will meditate on your justice all day long, when those who seek evils for me have been confounded and set in awe.
Me tɛkrɛma bɛka wo trenee nnwuma da mu nyinaa, efisɛ wɔn a wɔpɛ sɛ wɔhaw me no kɔ animguase ne basaayɛ mu.
