Psalms 11

1 To the chief Musician. [A Psalm] of David. In Jehovah have I put my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee [as] a bird to your mountain?

Dawid dwom. Awurade mu na mede me werɛ ahyɛ. Adɛn na wotumi ka kyerɛ me sɛ, “Tu te sɛ anomaa kɔ wo bepɔ so.

2 For behold, the wicked bend the bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may in darkness shoot at the upright in heart.

Na hwɛ, amumuyɛfoɔ akuntunu wɔn tadua mu, na wɔde wɔn mmɛmma asisi nhoma so sɛ wɔbɛto wɔ esum mu de awɔ akoma mu ahotefoɔ.

3 If the foundations be destroyed, what shall the righteous do?

Sɛ wɔresɛe fapem no a, ɛdeɛn na ɔteneneeni bɛtumi ayɛ?”

4 Jehovah [is] in the temple of his holiness; Jehovah, — his throne is in the heavens: his eyes behold, his eyelids try the children of men.

Awurade wɔ nʼasɔredan kronkron no mu; Awurade te ne soro ahennwa so. Ɔhwɛ nnipa mma, nʼani hwehwɛ wɔn mu.

5 Jehovah trieth the righteous one; but the wicked, and him that loveth violence, his soul hateth.

Awurade hwehwɛ ɔteneneeni mu, na amumuyɛfoɔ ne wɔn a wɔpɛ basabasayɛ deɛ, ne kra kyiri wɔn.

6 Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone; and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

Ɔbɛtɔ gyaframa ne sɔfe a ɛrederɛ agu Amumuyɛfoɔ so; na mframa a emu yɛ hyeɛ bɛyɛ wɔn kyɛfa.

7 For righteous is Jehovah; he loveth righteousness, his countenance doth behold the upright.

Awurade yɛ ɔteneneeni, na ɔpɛ atɛntenenee; wɔn a wɔtene no bɛhunu nʼanim. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ sɛ wɔnto no wɔ “Seminit” sankuo nne so.