Psalms 39
1 To the excellent musician Ieduthun. I thought, I will take heede to my wayes, that I sinne not with my tongue: I will keepe my mouth brideled, while the wicked is in my sight.
Dawid dwom. Mekaa sɛ, “Mɛhwɛ mʼakwan yie na mamfa me tɛkrɛma anyɛ bɔne; mɛto mʼano nnareka ɛberɛ a amumuyɛfoɔ bɛne me yi.
2 I was dumme and spake nothing: I kept silece euen from good, and my sorow was more stirred.
Nanso brɛ a meyɛɛ komm a manka asɛm papa biara mpo no mʼapinisie mu yɛɛ den.
3 Mine heart was hote within me, and while I was musing, the fire kindeled, and I spake with my tongue, saying,
Mʼakoma ho dwanee no wɔ me mu na metee nka sɛ ogya redɛre wɔ me mu na afei mede me tɛkrɛma kasaeɛ sɛ:
4 Lord, let me know mine ende, and the measure of my dayes, what it is: let mee knowe howe long I haue to liue.
“Ao Awurade, ma menhunu me nkwa awieeɛ ne me nna dodoɔ; ma menhunu sɛdeɛ me nkwa twa mu ntɛm so.
5 Beholde, thou hast made my dayes as an hand breadth, and mine age as nothing in respect of thee: surely euery man in his best state is altogether vanitie. (Selah)
Woayɛ me nna sɛ nsateakwaa baako pɛ; na me mfeɛ dodoɔ nyɛ hwee wɔ wʼani so. Onipa nkwa yɛ ahomeɛ bi kɛkɛ.
6 Doubtlesse man walketh in a shadowe, and disquieteth himselfe in vaine: he heapeth vp riches, and cannot tell who shall gather them.
Onipa redi akɔneaba nyinaa no, ɔte sɛ sunsum bi kwa; ɔha ne ho, nanso ɔyɛ kwa; ɔboa ahonya ano, na ɔnnim deɛ ɛbɛyɛ ne dea.
7 And now Lord, what wait I for? mine hope is euen in thee.
“Afei Awurade ɛdeɛn na merehwehwɛ? Mʼanidasoɔ wɔ wo mu.
8 Deliuer me from all my transgressions, and make me not a rebuke vnto the foolish.
Gye me firi me bɔne nyinaa mu; mma mennyɛ nkwaseafoɔ aseredeɛ.
9 I should haue bene dumme, and not haue opened my mouth, because thou didest it.
Meyɛɛ komm, na mammue mʼano ɛfiri sɛ, wo na woayɛ yei.
10 Take thy plague away from mee: for I am consumed by the stroke of thine hand.
Yi wʼasotwe firi me so; wo nsa ano amanehunu amene me.
11 When thou with rebukes doest chastise man for iniquitie, thou as a mothe makest his beautie to consume: surely euery man is vanitie. (Selah)
Woka nnipa anim, na wotwe wɔn aso wɔ wɔn bɔne ho; wosɛe wɔn ahonya te sɛ nweweboa onipa biara yɛ ahomeɛ kɛkɛ.
12 Heare my prayer, O Lord, and hearken vnto my cry: keepe not silence at my teares, for I am a strager with thee, and a soiourner as all my fathers.
“Ao Awurade, tie me mpaeɛbɔ, tie me sufrɛ; nsi wʼaso wɔ me su ho Me ne wo te hɔ sɛ ɔhɔhoɔ, sɛdeɛ na mʼagyanom nyinaa teɛ no.
13 Stay thine anger from me, that I may recouer my strength, before I go hence and be not.
Yi wʼani firi me so na manya anigyeɛ bio ansa na mafiri ha a mente ase bio.” Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.
