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 dwomkyerɛfoɔ. Dawid dwom. Ao Onyankopɔn, tie me ɛberɛ a mereka me haw; bɔ me ɔkra ho ban firi ɔtamfoɔ ahunahuna ho.

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

Fa me sie firi amumuyɛfoɔ agyinatuo ho, ne nnebɔneyɛfoɔ dodoɔ no gyegyeegyeyɛ ho.

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

Wɔse wɔn tɛkrɛma sɛ akofena na wɔse wɔn ano sɛ mmɛmma kɔdiawuo.

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

Wɔfiri atɛeɛ mu, to bɔ onipa a ne ho nni asɛm; wɔto bɔ no mpofirim a wɔnsuro.

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 amumuyɛ nneyɛeɛ ho, wɔka sɛdeɛ wɔbɛsum afidie; wɔka sɛ, “Hwan na ɔbɛhunu 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 atɛnkyea ho pɔ na wɔka sɛ, “Yɛayɛ nhyehyɛeɛ a ɛyɛ pɛ!” Ampa ara onipa akoma ne nʼadwene yɛ anifire.

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

Nanso, Onyankopɔn bɛto bɛmma awɔ 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.

Ɔbɛdane wɔn ankasa tɛkrɛma atia wɔn na ɔde wɔn aba ɔsɛeɛ mu; na wɔn a wɔbɛhunu wɔn nyinaa bɛbɔ wɔn tiri nko wɔ animtiabuo so.

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

Adasamma nyinaa bɛsuro; wɔbɛpae mu aka Onyankopɔn nnwuma na wɔasusu deɛ wayɛ ho.

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

Ma teneneefoɔ nni ahurisie wɔ Awurade mu na wɔmpɛ hintabea wɔ ne mu; ma wɔn a wɔn akoma mu teɛ nyinaa nyi no ayɛ!