Psalms 64
1 For the music director. A psalm of David. God, please listen to my complaint. Protect me because my enemies scare me.
Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Dawid dwom. Me Nyankopɔn, tie me, bere a mereka me haw; bɔ me kra ho ban fi ɔtamfo ahunahuna ho.
2 Shelter me from the plots of the wicked, from this evil mob.
Fa me sie fi amumɔyɛfo agyinatu ho, ne nnebɔneyɛfo pɔwbɔ ho.
3 What they say cuts like swords; they fire off poisonous words like arrows.
Wɔsew wɔn tɛkrɛma sɛ afoa na wɔde atirimɔden nsɛm sɔn sɛ mmɛmma werɛmfo.
4 They shoot from their hiding places at innocent people—doing this without warning, not afraid of being caught.
Wofi ahintawee mu, tow bɔ onipa a ne ho nni asɛm; wɔtow bɔ no mpofirim a wonsuro.
5 They encourage one another to do evil, planning how to secretly trap people, telling themselves, “Nobody will notice.”
Wɔhyehyɛ wɔn ho wɔn ho nkuran wɔ wɔn amumɔyɛ nhyehyɛe ho, wɔka sɛnea wobesum wɔn mfiri asie; wɔka se, “Hena na obehu yɛn?”
6 They plot wicked things. “What a great plan we've created!” they say. There are no limits to the depths to which human minds and thoughts can sink.
Wɔbɔ ntɛnkyew ho pɔw na wɔka se, “Yɛayɛ nhyehyɛe a ɛso nni koraa!” Ampa ara onipa koma ne nʼadwene yɛ anifere.
7 But God will shoot them with arrows; all of a sudden they will be wounded.
Nanso Onyankopɔn bɛto bɛmma abɔ wɔn; na wɔbɛhwe fam prɛko pɛ.
8 What they themselves say will trip them up; people who see them will mock them, shaking their heads at them.
Ɔbɛdan wɔn ankasa tɛkrɛma atia wɔn na ɔde wɔn aba ɔsɛe mu; na wɔn a wobehu wɔn nyinaa de animka bɛbɔ wɔn ti nko.
9 Then everyone will be frightened. They will say that this is the work of God, and they will think about what he has done.
Adesamma nyinaa besuro; wɔbɛpae mu aka Onyankopɔn nnwuma na wɔasusuw nea wayɛ ho.
10 Those who are right with the Lord will be happy in him, they will go to him for protection. Those who live right will praise him.
Ma atreneefo nni ahurusi wɔ Awurade mu na wɔmpɛ guankɔbea wɔ no mu; ma wɔn a wɔn koma mu tew nyinaa nyi no ayɛ!
