Psalms 17
1 The prayer of Dauid. Heare the right, O Lord, consider my crye: hearken vnto my prayer of lips vnfained.
Dawid Mpaebɔ. Awurade, tie me trenee abisade; tie me sufrɛ. Yɛ aso ma me mpaebɔ; nea emfi nnaadaa anofafa mu.
2 Let my sentence come forth from thy presence, and let thine eyes beholde equitie.
Ma me bembu mfi wo; ma wʼani nhu nea ɛyɛ pɛ.
3 Thou hast prooued and visited mine heart in the night: thou hast tryed me, and foundest nothing: for I was purposed that my mouth should not offend.
Wopɛɛpɛɛ me koma mu, wohwehwɛ me mu anadwo, na wosɔ me hwɛ de, nanso wubehu sɛ minsusuw bɔne bi ɛ; mʼano nkaa bɔne bi ɛ.
4 Concerning the workes of men, by the wordes of thy lips I kept mee from the paths of the cruell man.
Nnipa nneyɛe fam no, anom asɛm nti matwe me ho afi basabasayɛfo akwan ho.
5 Stay my steps in thy paths, that my feete doe not slide.
Menam wʼakwan so daa; me nan nhintiw ɛ.
6 I haue called vpon thee: surely thou wilt heare me, O God: incline thine eare to me, and hearken vnto my wordes.
Misu mefrɛ wo, Onyankopɔn na wubegye me so; yɛ aso ma me na tie me mpaebɔ.
7 Shewe thy marueilous mercies, thou that art the Sauiour of them that trust in thee, from such as resist thy right hand.
Da wo dɔ nwonwaso no adi; wo a wode wo nsa nifa gye wɔn a wɔde wɔn ho to wo so no nkwa fi wɔn atamfo nsam no.
8 Keepe me as the apple of the eye: hide me vnder the shadowe of thy wings,
Hwɛ me so sɛ obi a wodɔ no; fa me sie wo ntaban nwini no ase,
9 From the wicked that oppresse mee, from mine enemies, which compasse me round about for my soule.
fi amumɔyɛfo a wɔretaataa me no nsam, mʼatamfo a wɔatwa me ho ahyia no.
10 They are inclosed in their owne fat, and they haue spoken proudely with their mouth.
Wopirim wɔn koma, na wɔkasa ahantan so.
11 They haue compassed vs now in our steps: they haue set their eyes to bring downe to the ground:
Wɔadi me ntɛntɛ, afei wɔatwa me ho ahyia; wɔn ani abere sɛ wɔbɛbɔ me ahwe fam.
12 Like as a lyon that is greedy of pray, and as it were a lyons whelp lurking in secret places.
Wɔte sɛ gyata a hanam ho kɔm de no, te sɛ gyata kɛse bi a wabutuw wɔ ahintawee.
13 Vp Lord, disappoint him: cast him downe: deliuer my soule from the wicked with thy sworde,
Sɔre, Awurade! Wone wɔn mfa mmɔ ani na ka wɔn hyɛ; fa wʼafoa no gye me fi amumɔyɛfo no nsam.
14 From men by thine hand, O Lord, from men of the world, who haue their portion in this life, whose bellies thou fillest with thine hid treasure: their children haue ynough, and leaue the rest of their substance for their children.
Awurade, fa wo nsa gye me fi nnipa a wɔte sɛɛ nsam; asase so nnipa a wɔn akatua wɔ nkwa yi mu no. Womma ɔkɔm nne wɔn a wʼani ku wɔn ho; wɔn mmabarima wɔ bebree, na wɔkora agyapade ma wɔn mma.
15 But I will beholde thy face in righteousnes, and when I awake, I shalbe satisfied with thine image.
Na me trenee mu, mehu wʼanim; sɛ minyan na mihu wo a me koma bɛtɔ me yam.
