Psalms 39
1 For Jeduthun, the music director. A psalm of David. I told myself, “I will be careful in what I do, and not sin in what I say. I will keep my mouth shut when the wicked are around.”
Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo no. Yedutun. Dawid dwom. Mekae se, “Mɛhwɛ mʼakwan yiye na mamfa me tɛkrɛma anyɛ bɔne; mɛto mʼano nnareka bere a amumɔyɛfo bɛn me yi.
2 So I was completely silent—I didn't even say anything good. But the pain inside only got worse.
Enti meyɛɛ komm a manka asɛm papa biara mpo nanso mʼapinisi mu yɛɛ den.
3 My mind burned as if on fire; I had to say what I was thinking:
Me koma ho guan no wɔ me mu. Midwinnwen no, ogya dɛwee; afei mede me tɛkrɛma kasae se:
4 Lord, remind me. How short is my life? How long do I have? Remind me how quickly my life will pass.
“Awurade, ma minhu me nkwa awiei ne me nna dodow; ma minhu sɛnea me nkwa si twa mu ntɛm so.
5 Just look at the tiny amount of days you have given me! In your eyes my whole lifetime is like nothing. Our lives here are just a breath… (Selah)
Woayɛ me nna sɛ nsateaa baako pɛ; na me mfe dodow nyɛ hwee wɔ wʼani so. Onipa nkwa yɛ ɔhome bi kɛkɛ.
6 Human beings are just shadows walking around. They pointlessly rush through life, trying to pile up possessions without knowing who will get them.
Onipa redi akɔneaba nyinaa no, ɔte sɛ sunsuma bi kwa; ɔhaw ne ho nanso ɔyɛ kwa; ɔboa ahonya ano na onnim nea ɛbɛyɛ ne de.
7 So Lord, what am I looking for? I put my hope in you.
“Afei Awurade, dɛn na merehwehwɛ? Mʼanidaso wɔ wo mu.
8 Save me from my rebellion. Don't let me be mocked by fools.
Gye me fi me bɔne nyinaa mu; mma mennyɛ nkwaseafo aserewde.
9 I will stay quiet, I won't say a word, for it's you who has done this to me.
Meyɛɛ komm, na mammue mʼano, efisɛ wo na woayɛ eyi.
10 Please stop hitting me! Your beating has worn me out!
Yi wʼasotwe fi me so; wo nsa ano amanehunu amene me.
11 When you discipline us, reprimanding us for our sins, it's like a moth eating up what is precious to us. All of us are just a breath… (Selah)
Woka nnipa anim, na wotwe wɔn aso wɔ wɔn bɔne ho; wosɛe wɔn ahonya te sɛ nwewee; onipa biara yɛ ɔhome kɛkɛ.
12 Please hear my prayer, Lord! Listen to my cry for help! Don't be deaf to my weeping. Please treat me as your guest, passing through, just like my forefathers.
“Awurade, tie me mpaebɔ, tie me sufrɛ; nsiw wʼaso wɔ me su ho. Me ne wo te hɔ sɛ ɔnanani, sɛnea na mʼagyanom nyinaa te no.
13 Please leave me alone so I can be cheerful again, before I am dead and gone.
Yi wʼani fi me so na manya nkwa bio, ansa na mafi ha a mente ase bio.”
