Psalms 60

1 Unto the end, for them that shall be changed, for the inscription of a title, to David himself, for doctrine, When he set fire to Mesopotamia of Syria and Sobal and Joab returned and slew of Edom, in the vale of the saltpits, twelve thousand men. O God, thou hast cast us off, and hast destroyed us; thou hast been angry, and hast had mercy on us.

Dawid “Miktam” dwom. Wɔde yɛ nkyerɛkyerɛ. Ɔtoo no bere a ɔne Aram Naharanfo ne Aram Zobafo koe na Yoab san kokum Edomfo mpem dumien wɔ Nkyene Bon mu no. Onyankopɔn, woapo yɛn, woabɔ yɛn agu; wo bo afuw yɛn, nanso gye yɛn bio!

2 Thou hast moved the earth, and hast troubled it: heal thou the breaches thereof, for it has been moved.

Woawosow asase no na woapae mu; toatoa nea abubu no, efisɛ ɛrehinhim.

3 Thou hast shewn thy people hard things; thou hast made us drink wine of sorrow.

Woama wo nkurɔfo ahu mmere bɔne; woama yɛn nsa a ɛma yɛtɔ ntintan.

4 Thou hast given a warning to them that fear thee: that they may flee from before the bow: That thy beloved may be delivered.

Nanso wɔn a wosuro wo de, woama wɔn frankaa so sɛ wontu ntia agyan no.

5 Save me with thy right hand, and hear me.

Gye yɛn nkwa na fa wo nsa nifa boa yɛn, na ama wɔn a wodɔ wɔn no anya nkwa.

6 God hath spoken in his holy place: I will rejoice, and I will divide Sichem; and will mete out the vale of tabernacles.

Onyankopɔn akasa afi ne kronkronbea se, “Nkonim mu, mɛkyɛ Sekem mu, na masusuw Sukot bon no.

7 Galaad is mine, and Manasses is mine: and Ephraim is the strength of my head. Juda is my king:

Gilead yɛ me de; Manase nso saa ara; Efraim yɛ me dade kyɛw, Yuda yɛ mʼahempema.

8 Moab is the pot of my hope. Into Edom will I stretch out my shoe: to me the foreigners are made subject.

Moab yɛ me guasɛn, Edom so na metow me mpaboa gu; na meteɛ mu nkonimdi so gu Filistifo so.”

9 Who will bring me into the strong city? who will lead me into Edom?

Hena na ɔde me bɛkɔ kuropɔn a wɔabɔ ho ban no mu? Hena na obedi mʼanim akɔ Edom?

10 Wilt not thou, O God, who hast cast us off? and wilt not thou, O God, go out with our armies?

Onyankopɔn, ɛnyɛ wo na woapo yɛn na wo ne yɛn asraafo nkɔ ɔsa bio ana?

11 Give us help from trouble: for vain is the salvation of man.

Boa yɛn tia ɔtamfo no, na ɔdesani mmoa nka hwee.

12 Through God we shall do mightily: and he shall bring to nothing them that afflict us.

Onyankopɔn wɔ yɛn afa yi, yebedi nkonim, na obetiatia yɛn atamfo so. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔde sanku na ɛto.