Psalms 22
1 For the music director. To the tune “Doe of the Dawn.” A psalm of David. My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? Why are you so far away when I groan, asking for help?
Dawid dwom. Me Onyankopɔn, me Onyankopɔn, adɛn enti na woagya me? Adɛn enti na me nkwagyeɛ ne wo ntam aware, adɛn na mʼapinisie nsɛm ne wo ntam aware?
2 My God, every day I cry out to you, but you don't answer; at night too, but I get no rest.
Ao me Onyankopɔn, mesu frɛ wo awia, nanso wonnye me so, mefrɛ wo anadwo, nanso mennya ɔhome.
3 Yet you are holy, and the praises of Israel are your throne.
Nanso, wɔasi wo ɔhene sɛ Ɔkronkronni; wo na Israel kamfo woɔ.
4 Our forefathers trusted in you; they trusted and you rescued them.
Wo mu na yɛn agyanom de wɔn werɛ hyɛeɛ; wɔgyee wo diiɛ, na wogyee wɔn.
5 They cried out to you for help, and they were saved. They trusted in you and were not defeated.
Wɔsu frɛɛ wo na wogyee wɔn, wɔde wɔn ho too wo so na woanni wɔn hwammɔ.
6 But I'm a worm, not a man, scorned and despised by everyone.
Nanso meyɛ ɔsonsono, na menyɛ onipa nnipa bɔ me ahohora na wɔbu me animtiaa.
7 People who see me mock me. They laugh at me and shake their heads, saying,
Obiara a ɔhunu me di me ho fɛw; wɔtwa me adapaa, woso wɔn ti ka sɛ:
8 “He trusts in the Lord—well then, let the Lord save him! If the Lord is such a friend, then let the Lord rescue him!”
“Ɔde ne ho to Awurade so; ma Awurade mmɛgye no. Ma ɔmmɛboa no, ɛfiri sɛ ɔwɔ ne mu anigyeɛ.”
9 However, you brought me safely through birth, and led me to trust in you at my mother's breasts.
Wo na woyii me firii awotwaa mu baeɛ na womaa mede me ho too wo so ɛberɛ a metua me maame nufoɔ ano mpo.
10 I was entrusted to you from birth; from the time I was born you have been my God.
Ɛfiri mʼawoɔ mu na wɔde me too wo soɔ; ɛfiri me maame yafunu mu, woayɛ me Onyankopɔn.
11 Do not be distant from me, because trouble is close by and no one else can help.
Ntwe wo ho mfiri me ho! Ɛfiri sɛ amaneɛ abɛn na ɔboafoɔ nni baabi.
12 Enemies surround me like a herd of bulls; strong bulls from Bashan have encircled me.
Anantwinini bebree atwa me ho ahyia; Basan anantwinini a wɔn ho yɛ den atwa me ho ahyia.
13 Like roaring lions tearing at their prey they open their mouths wide against me.
Gyata a wɔbobom na wɔtete wɔn ahaboa mu abuebue wɔn anom tɛtrɛɛ de kyerɛ me.
14 I feel like I'm being poured out like water. I'm falling apart as if all my bones have become loose. My mind feels like it's wax melting inside me.
Wɔahwie me agu sɛ nsuo, na me nnompe nyinaa ahodwo. Mʼakoma adane ayɛ sɛ nku; anane afiri me mu.
15 My strength has dried up like a piece of broken pottery. My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth. You're burying me as if I'm already dead.
Mʼahoɔden awe te sɛ kyɛmferɛ mu. Na me tɛkrɛma atare mʼanom. Wode me ato owuo mfuturo mu.
16 Evil men surround me like a pack of dogs. They have pierced my hands and feet.
Nkraman atwa me ho ahyia nnebɔneyɛfoɔ kuo atwa me ho ahyia, wɔahwire me nsa ne me nan mu.
17 I'm so thin I can count all my bones. People stare at me and gloat.
Mɛtumi akan me nnompe nyinaa; Mʼatamfoɔ di me nhwɛhaa na wɔsere me.
18 They divide my clothing among them; they roll dice for my clothes.
Wɔkyɛ me atadeɛ mu fa, na wɔbɔ me ntoma so ntonto.
19 But you, Lord, don't be far away from me! You are my strength—hurry, come and help me!
Na wo, Ao Awurade, ntwe wo ho. Ao mʼAhoɔden bra ntɛm bɛboa me.
20 Save me from death by the sword! Save my life—the only one I have—from the dogs!
Gye me kra firi akofena ano; gye me nkwa a ɛsom bo no firi nkraman tumi ase.
21 Rescue me from the mouth of the lion and from the wild bulls!
Gye me nkwa firi gyata anom; gye me firi ɛkoɔ mmɛn so.
22 I will tell my people all the wonderful things you have done; I will praise you in the congregation.
Mɛbɔ wo din akyerɛ me nuanom; mɛkamfo wo wɔ wɔn a wɔahyia hɔ no nyinaa anim.
23 Praise the Lord, all who worship him! Honor him, every descendant of Jacob! Be in awe of him, every descendant of Israel!
Monkamfo Awurade, mo a mosuro no no! Mo a moyɛ Yakob asefoɔ, monhyɛ no animuonyam! Mo Israel asefoɔ nyinaa, monni no ni!
24 For he has not ridiculed or scorned the suffering of the poor; he has not turned away from them, he has listened to their cries for help.
Ɔmmuu nʼani nguu ɔmanehunufoɔ ateetee so, ɔmfaa nʼanim nhintaa no; na mmom watie ne sufrɛ a ɔde repɛ mmoa.
25 You are the subject of my praise in the great assembly. I will fulfill my promises before those who worship you.
Me botaeɛ a mede yi wo ayɛ wɔ badwa mu no firi wo; mɛdi me bɔhyɛ so wɔ wɔn a wɔsuro wo no anim.
26 The poor shall eat, and they shall be satisfied. All who come to the Lord will praise him—may you all live forever!
Ahiafoɔ bɛdidi na wɔamee; wɔn a wɔhwehwɛ Awurade bɛyi no ayɛ. Mo akoma nnya nkwa daa.
27 Everyone in the whole world will repent and return to the Lord; all the nations will worship before you.
Asase ano nyinaa bɛkae akɔ Awurade nkyɛn, na amanaman no mmusua nyinaa bɛkoto nʼanim,
28 For kingly power belongs to the Lord; he is the one who rules over the nations.
ɛfiri sɛ ahennie wɔ Awurade na ɔdi amanaman so ɔhene.
29 All who prosper come to feast and worship. Bow down before him, all those destined for the grave—for none can keep themselves alive.
Asase so adefoɔ nyinaa bɛdidi na wɔasɔre no; wɔn a wɔkɔ dɔteɛ mu nyinaa bɛbu nkotodwe nʼanim, wɔn a wɔrentumi mma nkwa mu.
30 Our descendants will serve him; they will tell the next generation about the Lord.
Nkyirimma nyinaa bɛsom no; wɔbɛka Awurade ho asɛm akyerɛ awoɔ ntoatoasoɔ a ɛdidi soɔ.
31 They will come and tell those yet to be born how good the Lord is, and all that he has done!
Wɔbɛka ne tenenee akyerɛ nnipa a wɔnnya nwoo wɔn ɛfiri sɛ ɔno na wayɛ.
