Psalms 64

1 To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice in my plaint; preserve my life from fear of the enemy:

Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Dawid dwom. Me Nyankopɔn, tie me, bere a mereka me haw; bɔ me kra ho ban fi ɔtamfo ahunahuna ho.

2 Hide me from the secret counsel of evil-doers, from the tumultuous crowd of the workers of iniquity,

Fa me sie fi amumɔyɛfo agyinatu ho, ne nnebɔneyɛfo pɔwbɔ ho.

3 Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword, [and] have aimed their arrow, a bitter word;

Wɔsew wɔn tɛkrɛma sɛ afoa na wɔde atirimɔden nsɛm sɔn sɛ mmɛmma werɛmfo.

4 That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

Wofi ahintawee mu, tow bɔ onipa a ne ho nni asɛm; wɔtow bɔ no mpofirim a wonsuro.

5 They encourage themselves in an evil matter, they concert to hide snares; they say, Who will see them?

Wɔhyehyɛ wɔn ho wɔn ho nkuran wɔ wɔn amumɔyɛ nhyehyɛe ho, wɔka sɛnea wobesum wɔn mfiri asie; wɔka se, “Hena na obehu yɛn?”

6 They devise iniquities: We have it ready, the plan is diligently sought out. And each one's inward [thought] and heart is deep.

Wɔbɔ ntɛnkyew ho pɔw na wɔka se, “Yɛayɛ nhyehyɛe a ɛso nni koraa!” Ampa ara onipa koma ne nʼadwene yɛ anifere.

7 But God will shoot an arrow at them: suddenly are they wounded;

Nanso Onyankopɔn bɛto bɛmma abɔ wɔn; na wɔbɛhwe fam prɛko pɛ.

8 By their own tongue they are made to fall over one another: all that see them shall flee away.

Ɔbɛdan wɔn ankasa tɛkrɛma atia wɔn na ɔde wɔn aba ɔsɛe mu; na wɔn a wobehu wɔn nyinaa de animka bɛbɔ wɔn ti nko.

9 And all men shall fear, and shall declare God's doing; and they shall wisely consider his work.

Adesamma nyinaa besuro; wɔbɛpae mu aka Onyankopɔn nnwuma na wɔasusuw nea wayɛ ho.

10 The righteous shall rejoice in Jehovah, and trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.

Ma atreneefo nni ahurusi wɔ Awurade mu na wɔmpɛ guankɔbea wɔ no mu; ma wɔn a wɔn koma mu tew nyinaa nyi no ayɛ!