< Psalms 11 >

1 Unto the end. A psalm for David. In the Lord I put my trust: how then do you say to my soul: Get thee away from hence to the mountain like a sparrow?
Dawid dwom. Awurade mu na mede me werɛ ahyɛ. Adɛn na wutumi ka kyerɛ me se, “Tu te sɛ anomaa kɔ wo bepɔw so.
2 For, lo, the wicked have bent their bow; they have prepared their arrows in the quiver; to shoot in the dark the upright of heart.
Na hwɛ, amumɔyɛfo akuntun wɔn ta mu, na wɔde wɔn mmɛmma asisi ahama so sɛ wɔbɛtow wɔ sum mu de awɔ koma mu ahotefo.
3 For they have destroyed the things which thou hast made: but what has the just man done?
Sɛ wɔresɛe fapem no a, dɛn na ɔtreneeni betumi ayɛ?”
4 The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven. His eyes look on the poor man: his eyelids examine the sons of men.
Awurade wɔ nʼasɔredan kronkron no mu; Awurade te ne soro ahengua so. Ɔhwɛ nnipa mma, nʼani hwehwɛ wɔn mu.
5 The Lord trieth the just and the wicked: but he that loveth iniquity hateth his own soul.
Awurade hwehwɛ ɔtreneeni mu, na amumɔyɛfo ne wɔn a wɔpɛ basabasayɛ de, ne kra kyi wɔn.
6 He shall rain snares upon sinners: fire and brimstone and storms of winds shall be the portion of their cup.
Ɔbɛtɔ ogyatannaa ne sufre a ɛredɛw agu amumɔyɛfo so; na mframa a mu yɛ hyew bɛyɛ wɔn kyɛfa.
7 For the Lord is just, and hath loved justice: his countenance hath beheld righteousness.
Awurade yɛ ɔtreneeni, na ɔpɛ atɛntrenee; wɔn a wɔteɛ no behu nʼanim. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo se wɔnto no wɔ “Seminit” sanku nne so.

< Psalms 11 >