Psalms 55
1 For the music director. With stringed instruments. A psalm (maskil) of David. God, please hear my prayer; don't ignore my cry for help!
Dawid “maskil” dwom. Ao Onyankopɔn, tie me mpaeɛbɔ, mmu wʼani ngu me nkotosrɛ so,
2 Please listen, and give me an answer. I'm terribly troubled by my problems! I'm frantic!
tie me na gye me so. Me dadwene ha me na ama mayɛ basaa,
3 For my enemies are screaming at me; the wicked are intimidating me. They rain down suffering on me, angrily assaulting me in their hatred.
wɔ deɛ mʼatamfoɔ reka ne sɛdeɛ amumuyɛfoɔ hwɛ me haa nti; wɔde amanehunu brɛ me; na wɔde abufuo sopa me.
4 My heart thumps in agony! Terrified, I feel I'm about to die!
Mʼakoma wɔ ahoyera mu; na owuo huboa aba me so.
5 I'm in a panic, trembling with fear; feelings of horror wash over me.
Ehu ne ahopopoɔ akyekyere me. Ahodwirie abu afa me so.
6 I tell myself, If only God would give me wings like a dove so I could fly away and be at peace!
Mekaa sɛ, “Ao, sɛ mewɔ ntaban sɛ aburuburo a, anka mɛtu akɔ ama me ho atɔ me,
7 I would fly far away to escape, and stay in the wilderness. (Selah)
anka mɛtu akɔ akyirikyiri akɔtena ɛserɛ so;
8 I would hurry to a place to hide, out of the wind, safe from the raging storm.
anka mɛyɛ ntɛm akɔ mʼahintaeɛ, baabi a mframaden ne ahum mmɛn koraa.”
9 Confuse them, Lord! Muddle what they're saying, for I see violence and conflict in the city.
Ao Awurade, ma amumuyɛfoɔ nyɛ basaa, na ma wɔn kasa ntoto, ɛfiri sɛ mɛhunu basabasayɛ ne apereapereɛ wɔ kuropɔn no mu.
10 They patrol the city walls day and night, and wickedness and trouble are within the city.
Awia ne anadwo wɔtetɛ nʼafasuo ho; adwemmɔne ne nsisie wɔ mu.
11 The ones causing destruction are inside the city; frauds and cheats are always on the streets.
Adesɛefoɔ dɔm reyɛ adwuma kuropɔn no mu. Ahunahuna ne nnaadaa wɔ ne mmɔntene so daa.
12 The problem is that it's not an enemy who mocks me—I could stand that. It's not someone who hates me who insults me—I could avoid them.
Sɛ ɛyɛɛ ɔtamfoɔ na ɔresopa me a, anka mɛtumi agyina ano; sɛ ɛyɛɛ ɔtamfoɔ na ɔrema ne ho so atia me a, anka mɛtumi de me ho ahinta no.
13 No, it's you, a man just like me, my best friend who I know so well!
Nanso, ɛyɛ wo, ɔdasani te sɛ me, me yɔnko pa ne me mʼadamfo brɛboɔ,
14 Our friendship was so close. We used to have great talks together as we walked with everyone to the house of God.
a kane no na me ne no wɔ ayɔnkofa a emu yɛ den ɛberɛ a yɛn nyinaa abɔ mu yuu rekɔ Onyankopɔn fie no.
15 May death come quickly to them; may they go down into the grave alive, because evil finds its home in them. (Sheol h7585)
Ma owuo mmɛfa mʼatamfoɔ mpofirim; ma wɔnkɔ damena mu anikann, ɛfiri sɛ bɔne te wɔn mu. (Sheol h7585)
16 As for me, I cry out to God, and the Lord will save me.
Nanso, mesu frɛ Onyankopɔn, na Awurade gye me nkwa.
17 I weep and groan morning, noon, and night, and he listens to me.
Anwummerɛ, anɔpa ne awia, mede mmɔborɔnne su frɛ no, na ɔte me nne.
18 He rescues me, keeping me safe and sound from my attackers, because there are so many against me.
Ɔde ne ho bɔ afɔdeɛ ma me nya me tiri didim wɔ ɔko a wɔko tiaa me no mu, mpo bebree na wɔko tia me.
19 God who has ruled from the beginning will hear me and answer them. (Selah) For they refuse to change and don't respect God.
Onyankopɔn a wɔasi no ɔhene afebɔɔ no, ɔbɛte wɔn nka na waha wɔn, ɔbɛha nnipa a wɔnsesa wɔn akwan da na wɔnsuro Onyankopɔn nso.
20 As for my best friend, he attacked his friends who had no quarrel with him; he broke the promises he had made to them.
Me yɔnko to hyɛ ne nnamfonom so; na ɔbu nʼapam so.
21 What he says is as smooth as butter, but inside he plans war; his words are as soothing as oil, but they cut like sharp swords.
Ɔwɔ tɛkrɛmawoɔ, nanso ɔtan wɔ nʼakomam. Nʼano asɛm dwodwo sene ngo, nanso ɛyɛ akofena a wɔatwe.
22 Throw your burdens onto the Lord and he will take care of you. He will never allow those who live right to fall.
Fa wo haw to Awurade so na ɔno na ɔbɛgye wo; ɔremma ɔteneneeni nhwe ase.
23 But you, God, will bring down murderers and liars, throwing them into the pit of destruction before they have even lived half their lives. As for me, I will trust in you.
Nanso, wo, Ao Onyankopɔn, wobɛbrɛ amumuyɛfoɔ ase ama wɔakɔ porɔeɛ amena mu; mogyapɛfoɔ ne adaadaafoɔ renni wɔn nkwanna mu fa. Me deɛ, mede me ho to wo so. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ. Wɔto no sɛdeɛ wɔto “Aburuburo a ɔsi Akyirikyiri Odum so.”
