Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that rise up against me!
Dawid dwom a ɔtoe bere a ɔreguan afi ne babarima Absalom anim. Awurade, hwɛ sɛnea mʼatamfo dɔɔso fa! dodow no ara na wɔsɔre tia me!
2 Many say of my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. (Selah)
Bebree no ara ka fa me ho se, “Onyankopɔn rennye no.”
3 But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Nanso wo, Awurade, woyɛ nkatabo a atwa me ho ahyia mʼanuonyam, nea Ɔpagyaw me ti.
4 With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
Meteɛ mu su frɛ Awurade, na ogye me so fi ne bepɔw kronkron no so.
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
Metɔ hɔ na meda a, minyan bio, efisɛ Awurade ma migyina.
6 I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.
Merensuro atamfo mpem mpem a wɔatwa me ho ahyia no.
7 Arise, Jehovah; save me, my God! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
Sɔre, Awurade! Gye me, me Nyankopɔn! Bobɔ mʼatamfo nyinaa abogye; na tutu amumɔyɛfo se.
8 Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
Awurade hɔ na ogye fi ba. Ma wo nhyira mmra wo nkurɔfo so. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔto wɔ sankuhama so.
