Psalms 51
1 For the music director. A psalm of David. When Nathan the prophet came to him after he had committed adultery with Bathsheba. God, please be gracious to me, because of your trustworthy love, because of your infinite kindness please wipe away my sins.
Dawid dwom a ɔtoo no ɛberɛ a ɔde ne ho kaa Batseba na odiyifoɔ Natan kɔɔ ne nkyɛn no. Ao Onyankopɔn hunu me mmɔbɔ, sɛdeɛ wʼadɔeɛ a ɛnsa da no teɛ; wʼahummɔborɔ kɛseɛ no enti, pepa me mmarato.
2 Wash away all my guilt; cleanse me from my sin.
Hohoro mʼamumuyɛ nyinaa na te me ho firi me bɔne mu!
3 I admit my rebellion; my sin always stares me in my face.
Na mahunu me mmarato, na mekae me bɔne daa.
4 I have sinned against you, you alone. I have done evil in your sight. So you are right in what you say, and fair when you judge.
Mayɛ mfomsoɔ atia wo; atia wo nko ara na mayɛ deɛ ɛyɛ bɔne wɔ wʼani so, enti, wodi bem wɔ wo kasa mu na wotene wɔ wʼatemmuo mu.
5 It's true that I was born guilty—sinful from the time my mother conceived me.
Ampa ara wɔwoo me wɔ bɔne mu, na bɔne mu na me maame nyinsɛnee me.
6 But you want truth on the inside; you teach me wisdom deep within.
Ampa ara nokorɛ na wohwehwɛ wɔ me mu. Wokyerɛ me nyansa a emu dɔ.
7 Purify me with hyssop so I can be clean; wash me so I can be whiter than snow.
Fa hisope hohoro me ho, na me ho bɛte; dware me, na mɛhoa asene sukyerɛmma.
8 Please let me hear joy and happiness again; let the bones you have crushed be glad once more.
Ma mente ahosɛpɛ ne anigyeɛ nka; na ma nnompe a woabubuo no nni ahurisie.
9 Turn your face away from looking at my sins; please wipe away my guilt.
Kata wʼani wɔ me bɔne ho na pepa mʼamumuyɛ nyinaa.
10 Create a pure mind in me, God, and make me trustworthy again.
Ao Onyankopɔn, bɔ akoma a emu teɛ wɔ me mu, na ma me honhom foforɔ a ɛdi wo nokorɛ.
11 Don't expel me from your presence; don't take away your Holy Spirit from me.
Mpamo me mfiri wʼanim na ɛnyi wo Honhom Kronkron mfiri me mu.
12 Give me back the happiness of your salvation; help me to have a willing nature.
Fa wo nkwagyeɛ mu anigyeɛ no ma me bio na ma me ɔsetie honhom a ɛbɛkura me.
13 Then I will teach your ways to rebellious people, and these sinners will come back to you.
Afei mɛkyerɛ nnebɔneyɛfoɔ wʼakwan, na amumuyɛfoɔ bɛsane aba wo nkyɛn.
14 God, please forgive me for the blood I have shed, God of my salvation, and I will sing for joy of your goodness.
Ao Onyankopɔn, gye me firi mogya ho afɔdie mu. Onyame a wogye me nkwa, na me tɛkrɛma bɛto wo tenenee ho dwom.
15 Open my lips so I can speak your praise!
Ao Awurade, bue mʼano fafa, na mede mʼano bɛpae mu aka wʼayɛyie.
16 For sacrifices don't make you happy, or I would bring one; burnt offerings aren't what pleases you.
Wompɛ afɔrebɔ, anka mɛbɔ; wʼani nnye ɔhyeɛ afɔdeɛ ho.
17 The “sacrifices” that God wants are on the inside—the brokenness of repentance. God won't reject a broken and sorrowful heart.
Onyankopɔn afɔdeɛ a ɔpɛ yɛ honhom a abotoɔ. Ao Onyankopɔn, worempo ahonu ne ahobrɛaseɛ akoma.
18 Be kind to Zion, help the city; rebuild the walls of Jerusalem.
Ao Onyankopɔn, ma Sion nya nkɔsoɔ wɔ wʼanigyeɛ mu; na to Yerusalem afasuo.
19 Then you will be pleased with sacrifices given in the right spirit, for all kinds of burnt offerings, and bulls sacrificed on your altar once more.
Afei afɔrebɔ a ɛho teɛ bɛba, ɔhyeɛ afɔdeɛ a ɛdi mu a ɛbɛsɔ wʼani; na wɔde anantwinini bɛbɔ afɔdeɛ wʼafɔrebukyia so. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.
