< Psalms 10 >

1 Why standest thou farre off, O Lord, and hidest thee in due time, euen in affliction?
Adɛn enti, Ao Awurade, na wogyina akyirikyiri saa? Adɛn enti na wode wo ho ahinta wɔ amanehunu mmerɛ mu yi?
2 The wicked with pride doeth persecute the poore: let them be taken in the craftes that they haue imagined.
Ɔmumuyɛfoɔ de ahantan taataa mmɔborɔfoɔ, wɔn a mfidie a wɔasunsum yi wɔn.
3 For the wicked hath made boast of his owne heartes desire, and the couetous blesseth himselfe: he contemneth the Lord.
Ɔde deɛ nʼakoma hwehwɛ hoahoa ne ho; ɔhyira ɔdifodepɛfoɔ, na ɔyi Awurade ahi.
4 The wicked is so proude that hee seeketh not for God: hee thinketh alwayes, There is no God.
Ahantan enti, omumuyɛfoɔ nhwehwɛ Awurade; na Onyankopɔn nni ne nsusuiɛ nyinaa mu.
5 His wayes alway prosper: thy iudgements are hie aboue his sight: therefore defieth he all his enemies.
Nʼakwan nyinaa mu, ɔdi yie; ɔma ne ho so, na wo mmara mfa ne ho; na ɔdi nʼatamfoɔ nyinaa ho fɛw.
6 He saith in his heart, I shall neuer be moued, nor be in danger.
Ɔka kyerɛ ne ho sɛ: “Biribiara mma me nhinhim; mʼani bɛgye 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, atorɔ ne ahunahuna ahyɛ nʼanom ma; Ɔhaw ne mmusuo 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.
Ɔtɛ wɔ nkuraase; ɔfiri atɛeɛ kum deɛ ɔnnim hwee, na ɔhwɛ wɔn a ɔrepɛ wɔn akum wɔn.
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 wahinta; ɔtɛ sɛ ɔbɛkyere mmɔborɔni; ɔkyere wɔn twe wɔn ase de wɔn kɔ ne bɔn mu.
10 He croucheth and boweth: therefore heaps of the poore doe fall by his might.
Ɔdwerɛ wɔn a ɔkyere wɔn no ma wɔtɔ baha; 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 sɛ, “Onyankopɔn werɛ afi; wayi nʼani afiri so na ɔnhunu.”
12 Arise, O Lord God: lift vp thine hande: forget not the poore.
Sɔre, Awurade! Ma wo nsa so, Ao Onyankopɔn. Mma wo werɛ mfiri wɔn a wɔnni aboafoɔ.
13 Wherefore doeth the wicked contemne God? he saith in his heart, Thou wilt not regard.
Adɛn enti na omumuyɛfoɔ yi Onyankopɔn ahi? Adɛn enti na ɔka kyerɛ ne ho sɛ, “Ɔremfrɛ me akontabuo 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, Ao Onyankopɔn, wohunu amanehunu ne ɔhaw; na wayɛ wʼadwene sɛ wobɛhwɛ. Mmɔborɔni de ne ho ma wo; wo na woyɛ awisiaa ɔboafoɔ.
15 Breake thou the arme of the wicked and malicious: searche his wickednes, and thou shalt finde none.
Bubu omumuyɛfoɔ ne ɔbɔnefoɔ aprɛ; frɛ no na ɔmmɛbu nʼamumuyɛ ho nkontaa, amumuyɛ a anka wɔrenhunu 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,
Ao Awurade, wotie awiɛmfoɔ adesrɛ; wohyɛ wɔn nkuran, na wotie wɔn sufrɛ,
18 To iudge the fatherlesse and poore, that earthly man cause to feare no more.
na wodi ma awisiaa ne deɛ wɔhyɛ ne soɔ sɛdeɛ ɛbɛyɛ a ɔdasani a ɔfiri asase so renhunahuna obiara bio. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.

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