Psalms 11

1 For the music director: A psalm of David. Lord, you are my protection. So how can you tell me, “Fly away to the mountains like a bird”?

Dawid dwom. Awurade mu na mede me werɛ ahyɛ. Adɛn na wotumi ka kyerɛ me sɛ, “Tu te sɛ anomaa kɔ wo bepɔ so.

2 Look, the wicked are drawing their bows, loading them with arrows ready to shoot from the shadows at good people.

Na hwɛ, amumuyɛfoɔ akuntunu wɔn tadua mu, na wɔde wɔn mmɛmma asisi nhoma so sɛ wɔbɛto wɔ esum mu de awɔ akoma mu ahotefoɔ.

3 When the foundations of society are destroyed, what can those who live right do?

Sɛ wɔresɛe fapem no a, ɛdeɛn na ɔteneneeni bɛtumi ayɛ?”

4 The Lord is in his Temple; the Lord's throne is in heaven. He keeps a close eye on everyone, watching them carefully.

Awurade wɔ nʼasɔredan kronkron no mu; Awurade te ne soro ahennwa so. Ɔhwɛ nnipa mma, nʼani hwehwɛ wɔn mu.

5 The Lord examines both those who do right and those who do evil, but he hates those who love violence.

Awurade hwehwɛ ɔteneneeni mu, na amumuyɛfoɔ ne wɔn a wɔpɛ basabasayɛ deɛ, ne kra kyiri wɔn.

6 He will make blazing coals and sulfur rain down on the wicked; a scorching wind is what's coming on them.

Ɔbɛtɔ gyaframa ne sɔfe a ɛrederɛ agu Amumuyɛfoɔ so; na mframa a emu yɛ hyeɛ bɛyɛ wɔn kyɛfa.

7 The Lord does what is right, and he loves those who live right. Those who do good will see him face to face.

Awurade yɛ ɔteneneeni, na ɔpɛ atɛntenenee; wɔn a wɔtene no bɛhunu nʼanim. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ sɛ wɔnto no wɔ “Seminit” sankuo nne so.