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. Ao Awurade, tie me mpaeɛbɔ, tie me nkotosrɛ; wɔ wo nokorɛdie ne tenenee 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 atemmuo mu, na ɔteasefoɔ biara ntene 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:
Ɔtamfoɔ no taa me, ɔbɔ me hwe fam; ɔma me tena esum mu te sɛ wɔn a wɔawuwu dadaada.
4 And my spirit was in perplexitie in me, and mine heart within me was amased.
Ɛno enti me honhom atɔ piti wɔ me mu; na mʼakoma aba mu abu 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; medwendwene wo nnwuma ne deɛ wo nsa ayɛ nyinaa ho.
6 I stretche forth mine hands vnto thee: my soule desireth after thee, as the thirstie land. (Selah)
Mepagya me nsa kyerɛ wo; wo ho sukɔm de me kra sɛ asase wesee.
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.
Ao Awurade, gye me so ntɛm; me honhom tɔ piti. Mfa wʼanim nhinta me anyɛ saa a, mɛyɛ sɛ wɔn a wɔkɔ amena 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 wʼadɔeɛ a ɛnsa da no ho asɛm daa anɔpa, na mede me ho ato wo so. Kyerɛ me ɛkwan 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.
Ao Awurade gye me firi mʼatamfoɔ nsam, na wo mu na mede me ho hinta.
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 wʼapɛdeɛ, na wo ne me Onyankopɔn; ma wo honhom pa no nni me ɛkan wɔ asase tamaa so.
11 Quicken me, O Lord, for thy Names sake, and for thy righteousnes bring my soule out of trouble.
Ao Awurade, wo din enti, kyɛe me nkwa so; wo tenenee mu, yi me firi ɔhaw mu.
12 And for thy mercy slay mine enemies, and destrie all them that oppresse my soule: for I am thy seruant.
Wɔ wʼadɔeɛ a ɛnsa da no mu, yi mʼatamfoɔ hɔ; na sɛe wɔn a wɔkyiri me nyinaa, na meyɛ wo ɔsomfoɔ.
