Psalms 143
1 A Psalme of David. Heare my prayer, O Lord, and hearken vnto my supplication: answer me in thy trueth and in thy righteousnes.
Dawid dwom. Awurade, tie me mpaebɔ, tie me mmɔborɔsu; fi wo nokwaredi ne trenee mu bra bɛboa me.
2 (And enter not into iudgement with thy seruant: for in thy sight shall none that liueth, be iustified)
Mfa wʼakoa nkɔ atemmu mu, na ɔteasefo biara nteɛ wɔ wʼanim.
3 For the enemie hath persecuted my soule: he hath smitten my life downe to the earth: he hath layde me in the darkenes, as they that haue bene dead long agoe:
Ɔtamfo no taa me, ɔbɔ me hwe fam; ɔma me tena sum mu te sɛ wɔn a wowuwuu dedaada.
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
Ɛno nti me honhom atɔ beraw wɔ me mu; na me koma di yaw wɔ me mu.
5 Yet do I remember the time past: I meditate in all thy workes, yea, I doe meditate in the workes of thine hands.
Mekae tete nna no; midwinnwen wo nnwuma ne nea wo nsa ayɛ nyinaa ho.
6 I stretche forth mine hands vnto thee: my soule desireth after thee, as the thirstie land. (Selah)
Mema me nsa so kyerɛ wo; wo ho sukɔm de me kra sɛ asase kesee.
7 Heare me spedely, O Lord, for my spirit faeleth: hide not thy face from me, els I shall be like vnto them that go downe into the pit.
Awurade, gye me so ntɛm; me honhom tɔ piti. Mfa wʼanim nhintaw me anyɛ saa a mɛyɛ sɛ wɔn a wɔkɔ amoa mu no.
8 Let me heare thy louing kindenes in the morning, for in thee is my trust: shewe mee the waie, that I should walke in, for I lift vp my soule vnto thee.
Ma mente wʼadɔe a ɛnsa da no ho asɛm daa anɔpa, na mede me ho ato wo so. Kyerɛ me ɔkwan a memfa so, na wo na mema me kra so kyerɛ.
9 Deliuer me, O Lord, from mine enemies: for I hid me with thee.
Awurade gye me fi mʼatamfo nsam, na wo mu na mede me ho hintaw.
10 Teach me to do thy will, for thou art my God: let thy good Spirit leade me vnto the land of righteousnes.
Kyerɛ me na menyɛ wʼapɛde, na wo ne me Nyankopɔn; ma wo honhom pa no nkogya me asasetaw so.
11 Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Names sake, and for thy righteousnes bring my soule out of trouble.
Awurade, wo din nti, kyɛe me nkwa so; wo trenee mu, yi me fi ɔhaw mu.
12 And for thy mercy slay mine enemies, and destrie all them that oppresse my soule: for I am thy seruant.
Fi wʼadɔe a ɛnsa da no mu mua mʼatamfo ano; na sɛe wɔn a wokyi me no nyinaa, na meyɛ wo somfo.
