Psalms 3
1 The psalm of David when he fled from the face of his son Absalom. Why, O Lord, are they multiplied that afflict me? many are they who 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 to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
Bebree no ara ka fa me ho se, “Onyankopɔn rennye no.”
3 But thou, O Lord art my protector, 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 I have cried to the Lord with my voice: and he hath heard me from his holy hill.
Meteɛ mu su frɛ Awurade, na ogye me so fi ne bepɔw kronkron no so.
5 I have slept and taken my rest: and I have risen up, because the Lord hath protected me.
Metɔ hɔ na meda a, minyan bio, efisɛ Awurade ma migyina.
6 I will not fear thousands of the people, surrounding me: arise, O Lord; save me, O my God.
Merensuro atamfo mpem mpem a wɔatwa me ho ahyia no.
7 For thou hast struck all them who are my adversaries without cause: thou hast broken the teeth of sinners.
Sɔre, Awurade! Gye me, me Nyankopɔn! Bobɔ mʼatamfo nyinaa abogye; na tutu amumɔyɛfo se.
8 Salvation is of the Lord: and thy blessing is upon thy people.
Awurade hɔ na ogye fi ba. Ma wo nhyira mmra wo nkurɔfo so. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔto wɔ sankuhama so.
