Psalms 14

1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. The foole hath said in his heart, There is no God: they haue corrupted, and done an abominable worke: there is none that doeth good.

Dawid dwom. Ɔkwasea ka wɔ nʼakoma mu sɛ, “Onyankopɔn bi nni hɔ.” Wɔaporɔ, na wɔn nneyɛɛ yɛ fi na wɔn mu biara nni hɔ a ɔyɛ ade pa.

2 The Lord looked downe from heauen vpon the children of men, to see if there were any that would vnderstand, and seeke God.

Awurade firi ɔsoro hwɛ adasamma sɛ ɔbɛhunu wɔn mu bi a wɔwɔ nteaseɛ, anaa ebinom a wɔhwehwɛ Onyankopɔn.

3 All are gone out of the way: they are all corrupt: there is none that doeth good, no not one.

Nanso nnipa nyinaa atwe wɔn ho afiri Onyankopɔn ho; wɔn nyinaa ayɛ bɔne. Obiara nni hɔ a ɔyɛ papa. Ɔbaako mpo nni hɔ.

4 Doe not all the workers of iniquitie know that they eate vp my people, as they eate bread? they call not vpon the Lord.

Enti nnebɔneyɛfoɔ rensua nyansa anaa? Wɔwe me nkurɔfoɔ te sɛ deɛ nnipa di aduane. Wɔnnsu mfrɛ Awurade?

5 There they shall be taken with feare, because God is in the generation of the iust.

Wɔn nie, ehu akyekyere wɔn, ɛfiri sɛ Onyankopɔn te wɔn a wɔtene mu.

6 You haue made a mocke at the counsell of the poore, because the Lord is his trust.

Mo nnebɔneyɛfoɔ sɛe ahiafoɔ nhyehyɛeɛ, nanso, Awurade ne wɔn dwanekɔbea.

7 Oh giue saluation vnto Israel out of Zion: when the Lord turneth the captiuitie of his people, then Iaakob shall reioyce, and Israel shall be glad.

Ao, ma Israel nkwagyeɛ mfiri Sion mmra! Awurade bɛsane de ne nkurɔfoɔ agyapadeɛ ama wɔn. Na Yakob adi ahurisie, na Israel ani agye!