Psalms 10
1 Why standest thou farre off, O Lord, and hidest thee in due time, euen in affliction?
Adɛn, Awurade, na wugyina akyirikyiri saa? Adɛn na wode wo ho ahintaw wɔ amanehunu mmere mu yi?
2 The wicked with pride doeth persecute the poore: let them be taken in the craftes that they haue imagined.
Omumɔyɛfo de ahantan taataa mmɔborɔfo, wɔn a ne nneyɛe mfiri yiyi wɔn no.
3 For the wicked hath made boast of his owne heartes desire, and the couetous blesseth himselfe: he contemneth the Lord.
Ɔde nea ne koma hwehwɛ hoahoa ne ho; ohyira odifudepɛfo na oyi Awurade ahi.
4 The wicked is so proude that hee seeketh not for God: hee thinketh alwayes, There is no God.
Ahantan nti omumɔyɛfo nhwehwɛ Awurade; ne nsusuwii mu no Onyankopɔn nsi hwee.
5 His wayes alway prosper: thy iudgements are hie aboue his sight: therefore defieth he all his enemies.
Nʼakwan nyinaa mu odi yiye; ɔma ne ho so, na wo mmara mfa no ho; na odi nʼatamfo nyinaa ho fɛw.
6 He saith in his heart, I shall neuer be moued, nor be in danger.
Ɔka kyerɛ ne ho se: “Hwee remma minhinhim; mʼani begye daa, na merenkɔ amanehunu mu da.”
7 His mouth is full of cursing and deceite and fraude: vnder his tongue is mischiefe and iniquitie.
Nnome, atoro ne ahunahuna ahyɛ nʼanom ma; Ɔhaw ne mmusu hyɛ ne tɛkrɛma ase.
8 He lieth in waite in the villages: in the secret places doeth hee murder the innocent: his eyes are bent against the poore.
Ɔtɛw bɛn nkuraa no; ofi ahintawee kum nea onnim hwee, ohintaw hwɛ wɔn a ɔrehwehwɛ wɔn ayɛ wɔn bɔne no.
9 He lyeth in waite secretly, euen as a lyon in his denne: he lyeth in waite to spoyle the poore: he doeth spoyle the poore, when he draweth him into his net.
Ɔte sɛ gyata a wahintaw; ɔtɛw sɛ ɔbɛkyere mmɔborɔni; ɔkyere wɔn twe wɔn ase de wɔn kɔ ne bon mu.
10 He croucheth and boweth: therefore heaps of the poore doe fall by his might.
Ɔdwerɛw wɔn a ɔkyere wɔn no ma wɔtɔ beraw; na ɔde nʼahoɔden ka wɔn hyɛ.
11 He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten, he hideth away his face, and will neuer see.
Ɔka kyerɛ ne ho se, “Onyankopɔn werɛ afi; wayi nʼani afi so na onhu.”
12 Arise, O Lord God: lift vp thine hande: forget not the poore.
Sɔre, Awurade! Ma wo nsa so, Onyankopɔn. Mma wo werɛ mfi wɔn a wonni aboafo.
13 Wherefore doeth the wicked contemne God? he saith in his heart, Thou wilt not regard.
Adɛn nti na omumɔyɛfo yi Onyankopɔn ahi? Adɛn nti na ɔka kyerɛ ne ho se, “Ɔremfrɛ me akontaabu so?”
14 Yet thou hast seene it: for thou beholdest mischiefe and wrong, that thou mayest take it into thine handes: the poore committeth himselfe vnto thee: for thou art the helper of the fatherlesse.
Nanso wo, Onyankopɔn, wuhu amanehunufo haw; na wayɛ wʼadwene sɛ wobɛhwɛ. Mmɔborɔni de ne ho ma wo; wo na woyɛ ayisaa boafo.
15 Breake thou the arme of the wicked and malicious: searche his wickednes, and thou shalt finde none.
Bubu omumɔyɛfo ne ɔbɔnefo aprɛw; frɛ no na ommebu nʼamumɔyɛ ho nkontaa, nʼamumɔyɛ a anka wɔrenhu no.
16 The Lord is King for euer and euer: the heathen are destroyed foorth of his land.
Awurade yɛ ɔhene daa nyinaa; amanaman no bɛyera nʼasase so.
17 Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the poore: thou preparest their heart: thou bendest thine eare to them,
Awurade, wutie mmɔborɔfo adesrɛ; wohyɛ wɔn nkuran, na wutie wɔn sufrɛ,
18 To iudge the fatherlesse and poore, that earthly man cause to feare no more.
na wudi ma ayisaa ne nea wɔhyɛ no so, sɛnea ɛbɛyɛ a ɔdesani a ofi asase mu renhunahuna bio. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo.
