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 ɔtoeɛ ɛberɛ a ɔredwane afiri ne babarima Absalom anim. Ao Awurade, hwɛ sɛdeɛ mʼatamfoɔ dɔɔso fa! Dodoɔ 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 sɛ, “Onyankopɔn rennye no”.
3 But you, Lord, are a shield protecting me. You give me victory; you hold my head high.
Nanso, Ao Awurade, woyɛ akokyɛm a atwa me ho ahyia wohyɛ me animuonyam na wopagya me ti.
4 I cry out to the Lord for help, and he answers me from his holy mountain. (Selah)
Meteam su frɛ Awurade, na ɔgye me so firi ne bepɔ 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, menyane bio, ɛfiri sɛ Awurade kora me so.
6 I'm not afraid of tens of thousands who surround me, people who are against me.
Merensuro atamfoɔ 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, Ao Awurade! Gye me, Ao me Onyankopɔn! Bobɔ mʼatamfoɔ nyinaa apantan; na tutu amumuyɛfoɔ se.
8 Salvation belongs to you, Lord; may you be a blessing to your people. (Selah)
Awurade hɔ na ɔgyeɛ firi ba. Ma wo nhyira mmra wo nkurɔfoɔ so.
