Psalms 3
1 A psalm of David concerning the time he had to flee from his son Absalom. Lord, my enemies have become so many; so many are rebelling against me.
Dawid dwom a ɔtoe bere a ɔreguan afi ne babarima Absalom anim. Awurade, hwɛ sɛnea mʼatamfo dɔɔso fa! dodow no ara na wɔsɔre tia me!
2 So many are telling me, “God can't save you!” (Selah)
Bebree no ara ka fa me ho se, “Onyankopɔn rennye no.”
3 But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
Nanso wo, Awurade, woyɛ nkatabo a atwa me ho ahyia mʼanuonyam, nea Ɔpagyaw me ti.
4 I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Meteɛ mu su frɛ Awurade, na ogye me so fi ne bepɔw kronkron no so.
5 I lie down to sleep, and in the morning I wake up because the Lord takes care of me.
Metɔ hɔ na meda a, minyan bio, efisɛ Awurade ma migyina.
6 I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
Merensuro atamfo mpem mpem a wɔatwa me ho ahyia no.
7 Stand up for me, Lord! Save me, my God! Hit all my enemies on the cheek; break the teeth of the wicked!
Sɔre, Awurade! Gye me, me Nyankopɔn! Bobɔ mʼatamfo nyinaa abogye; na tutu amumɔyɛfo se.
8 Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
Awurade hɔ na ogye fi ba. Ma wo nhyira mmra wo nkurɔfo so. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔto wɔ sankuhama so.
