Psalms 28

1 A psalm of David. Lord, my rock, I'm calling out to you. Please listen to me! For if you don't respond, I'll be like those who go down into the grave.

Dawid dwom. Wo na misu frɛ wo, Awurade me Botan; nsiw wʼaso wɔ me ho. Sɛ woyɛ komm a, mɛyɛ sɛ wɔn a wɔasian kɔ amoa mu no.

2 Listen as I appeal for mercy, as I call for help, as I hold up my hands in prayer towards your holy Temple.

Tie me mmɔborɔsu bere a mefrɛ wo apɛ mmoa, bere a mema me nsa so kyerɛ wo Tenabea Kronkron hɔ.

3 Don't drag me off with the wicked, with those who do evil, who speak nicely to their neighbors while in their minds they're plotting evil.

Mfa me mfra amumɔyɛfo mu ntwe me nkɔ, mfa me nka wɔn a wɔyɛ bɔne no ho. Wɔne wɔn yɔnkonom kasa fɛfɛ, nanso wɔde ɔtan sie wɔn koma mu.

4 Give them what they deserve for their evil actions. Pay them back for what they've done. Give them the reward they've earned!

Twe wɔn aso wɔ nea wɔayɛ no so; wɔn adwuma bɔne no so; tua nea wɔde wɔn nsa ayɛ so ka na fa nea ɛfata wɔn san bra wɔn so.

5 For they don't pay any attention to what the Lord does, or to what he created. So he will destroy them—they will never be restored.

Sɛ wommu nea Awurade ayɛ ne nea ɔde ne nsa ayɛ no nti ɔbɛbrɛ wɔn ase na ɔremma wɔnnsɔre bio.

6 Praise the Lord! For he has heard my appeal for mercy!

Ayeyi nka Awurade, efisɛ watie me mmɔborɔsu.

7 The Lord is my strength and my shield. I trust in him and he helps me. I'm so happy, and I sing my thanks to him.

Awurade ne mʼahoɔden ne me nkatabo me koma wɔ ne mu ahotoso, na ɔboa me. Me koma di ahurusi na mede dwonto bɛda no ase.

8 The Lord gives strength to his people; he is a safe refuge for the one he has anointed.

Awurade yɛ ahoɔden ma ne nkurɔfo; ne nkwagye nsraban ma nea wɔasra no ngo.

9 Save your people! Bless your “special possession”! Be their shepherd and carry them in your arms forever!

Gye wo nkurɔfo na hyira wʼagyapade; yɛ wɔn hwɛfo, na wo ne wɔn nnantew afebɔɔ.