Psalms 71
1 A psalm for David. Of the sons of Jonadab, and the former captives. In thee, O Lord, I have hoped, let me never be put to confusion:
Awurade, wo mu na maguan ahintaw; mma mʼanim ngu ase da.
2 Deliver me in thy justice, and rescue me. Incline thy ear unto me, and save me.
Wo trenee no nti, yi me na gye me; tie me na gye me nkwa.
3 Be thou unto me a God, a protector, and a place of strength: that thou mayst make me safe. For thou art my firmament and my refuge.
Yɛ me nkwagye botan, faako a metumi akɔ daa; hyɛ ma wommegye me nkwa, na wone me botan ne mʼabandennen.
4 Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the sinner, and out of the hand of the transgressor of the law and of the unjust.
Me Nyankopɔn, gye me fi amumɔyɛfo nsam, gye me fi nnebɔneyɛfo ne atirimɔdenfo nsam.
5 For thou art my patience, O Lord: my hope, O Lord, from my youth;
Na woayɛ mʼanidaso, Asafo Awurade, mʼahotoso fi me mmabun bere mu.
6 By thee have I been confirmed from the womb: from my mother’s womb thou art my protector. Of thee shall I continually sing:
Mede me ho ato wo so fi awo mu; wo na wuyii me fii me na yafunu mu. Mɛkamfo wo daa.
7 I run become unto many as a wonder, but thou art a strong helper.
Mayɛ nsɛnkyerɛnne ama bebree, nanso wo ne me guankɔbea dennen.
8 Let my mouth be filled with praise, that I may sing thy glory; thy greatness all the day long.
Wo nkamfo ahyɛ mʼanom ma, mekamfo wʼanuonyam da mu nyinaa.
9 Cast me not off in the time of old age: when my strength shall fail, do not thou forsake me.
Ntow me nkyene bere a mabɔ akwakoraa; mʼahoɔden sa wɔ me mu a, nnyaw me.
10 For my enemies have spoken against me; and they that watched my soul have consulted together,
Efisɛ mʼatamfo kasa tia me wɔn a wɔtwɛn sɛ wobekum me no bɔ mu pam me ti so.
11 Saying: God hath forsaken him: pursue and take him, for there is none to deliver him.
Wɔka se, “Onyankopɔn agyaw no mu; momma yentiw no na yɛnkyere no, na obiara nni hɔ a obegye no.”
12 O God, be not thou far from me: O my God, make haste to my help.
Me Nyankopɔn, mfi me nkyɛn nkɔ akyiri; Onyankopɔn, yɛ ntɛm bɛboa me.
13 Let them be confounded and come to nothing that detract my soul; let them be covered with confusion and shame that seek my hurt.
Ma wɔn a wɔbɔ me sobo no nsɛe wɔ animguase mu; wɔn a wɔpɛ sɛ wopira me no ma ahohora ne animguase nkata wɔn so.
14 But I will always hope; and will add to all thy praise.
Nanso me de, menya anidaso daa; mɛkɔ so akamfo wo.
15 My mouth shall shew forth thy justice; thy salvation all the day long. Because I have not known learning,
Mɛka wo trenee ho asɛm, ne wo nkwagye da mu nyinaa, nanso minnim ano.
16 I will enter into the powers of the Lord: O Lord, I will be mindful of thy justice alone.
Otumfo Awurade, mɛba abɛpae mu aka wo nnwuma akɛse no; mɛpae mu aka wo trenee, wo nko ara de no, akyerɛ.
17 Thou hast taught me, O God, from my youth: and till now I will declare thy wonderful works.
Onyankopɔn, efi me mmabun bere na wokyerɛkyerɛɛ me, na ebesi nnɛ yi meka wʼanwonwade a woayɛ kyerɛ.
18 And unto old age and grey hairs: O God, forsake me not, Until I shew forth thy arm to all the generation that is to come: Thy power,
Mpo sɛ mebɔ akwakoraa na mifuw dwen a, Onyankopɔn, nnyaw me, kosi sɛ mɛka wo tumi ho asɛm akyerɛ nkyirimma, ne wo kɛseyɛ akyerɛ wɔn a wɔbɛba nyinaa.
19 And thy justice, O God, even to the highest great things thou hast done: O God, who is like to thee?
Onyankopɔn, wo trenee du ɔsorosoro, wo a woayɛ nneɛma akɛse. Onyankopɔn, hena na ɔte sɛ wo?
20 How great troubles hast thou shewn me, many and grievous: and turning thou hast brought me to life, and hast brought me back again from the depths of the earth:
Mmom woama mahu ɔhaw bebree a ɛyɛ yaw; nanso wobɛma me nkwa bio; na wubeyi me bio, afi asase yam.
21 Thou hast multiplied thy magnificence; and turning to me thou hast comforted me.
Wobɛhyɛ me anuonyam bebree na woakyekye me werɛ bio.
22 For I will also confess to thee thy truth with the instruments of psaltery: O God, I will sing to thee with the harp, thou holy one of Israel.
Mede sanku bɛkamfo wo me Nyankopɔn, wo trenee nti mɛto wʼayeyi dwom wɔ sankuten so, Israel Kronkronni.
23 My lips shall greatly rejoice, when I shall sing to thee; and my soul which thou hast redeemed.
Mʼanofafa de anigye bɛteɛ mu bere a meto dwom kamfo wo, me a woagye me no.
24 Yea and my tongue shall meditate on thy justice all the day; when they shall be confounded and put to shame that seek evils to me.
Me tɛkrɛma bɛka wo trenee nnwuma da mu nyinaa, efisɛ wɔn a wɔpɛ sɛ wɔhaw me no kɔ animguase ne basaayɛ mu.
