Psalms 63

1 A psalm of David, when he was in the Judean desert. God, you are my God, I eagerly look for you. I am thirsty for you; all that I am longs for you in this dry, weary, waterless land.

Dawid dwom. Bere a ɔwɔ Yuda Sare so no na ɔtoe. Wo, Onyankopɔn, ne me Nyankopɔn Mehwehwɛ wo anibere so; wo ho sukɔm de me kra, me nipadua ani agyina wo, wɔ asase a awo na asade nni mu so, faako a nsu nni.

2 I see you in the Temple; I watch your power and glory.

Mahu wo wɔ Kronkronbea hɔ mahu wo tumi ne wʼanuonyam.

3 Your trustworthy love is better than life itself; I will praise you.

Esiane sɛ wʼadɔe di mu sen nkwa nti mʼanofafa bɛhyɛ wo anuonyam.

4 I will thank you as long as I live; I lift up my hands as I celebrate your wonderful character.

Sɛ mete ase yi, mɛkamfo wo, na wo din mu na mɛma me nsa so.

5 You satisfy me more than the richest food; I will praise you with joyful songs.

Me kra bɛmee sɛnea wadi aduan papa bi; mede anofafa a ɛto dwom beyi wo ayɛ.

6 I think of you all night long as I lie on my bed meditating about you.

Meda me mpa so a, mekae wo. Anadwo dasu mu nyinaa, midwen wo ho.

7 For you are the one who helps me; I sing happily from under your wings.

Efisɛ wone me boafo, wo ntaban ase nwini mu na mɛto dwom.

8 I hold on to you; your strong arms lift me up.

Me kra bata wo ho; na wo nsa nifa kura me mu.

9 Those who are trying to destroy me will go down into the grave.

Wɔn a wɔpɛ me akum me no bɛsɛe; wɔbɛkɔ asase ase tɔnn.

10 They will be killed by the sword; they will become food for jackals.

Wɔbɛdan wɔn ama afoa na wɔbɛyɛ aduan ama sakraman.

11 But the king will be happy for what God has done. All who follow God will praise him, but those who tell lies will be silenced.

Nanso ɔhene bedi ahurusi wɔ Onyankopɔn mu; wɔn a wɔka ntam wɔ Onyankopɔn din mu nyinaa bɛkamfo no, na wobemua atorofo ano. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo.