Psalms 57
1 To him that excelleth. Destroy not. A Psalme of David on Michtam. When he fled from Saul in the cave. Have mercie vpon me, O God, haue mercie vpon me: for my soule trusteth in thee, and in the shadowe of thy wings wil I trust, till these afflictions ouerpasse.
Dawid dwom a ɔtoo bere a oguan fii Saulo nkyɛn kɔɔ ɔbodan no mu. Hu me mmɔbɔ, me Onyankopɔn, hu me mmɔbɔ, na wo mu na me kra nya guankɔbea. Wo ntaban nwini ase na mɛpɛ guankɔbea kosi sɛ amanehunu no betwa mu.
2 I will call vnto the most high God, euen to the God, that performeth his promise toward me.
Misu frɛ Onyankopɔn, Ɔsorosoroni no; Onyankopɔn a ɔma ne pɛ ba mu wɔ me ho.
3 He will send from heauen, and saue me from the reproofe of him that would swallowe me. (Selah) God wil send his mercy, and his trueth.
Ɔsoma fi ɔsoro hɔ begye me nkwa, ɔka wɔn a wɔtaa me anibere so no anim; Onyankopɔn soma ne dɔ ne ne nokware.
4 My soule is among lions: I lie among the children of men, that are set on fire: whose teeth are speares and arrowes, and their tongue a sharpe sworde.
Gyata atwa me ho ahyia; meda mmoa a wɔwe nam amono mu, nnipa a wɔn se te sɛ mpeaw ne mmɛmma na wɔn tɛkrɛma te sɛ afoa a ɛyɛ nnam.
5 Exalt thy selfe, O God, aboue the heauen, and let thy glory be vpon all the earth.
Onyankopɔn, ɛsɛ sɛ wɔma wo so tra ɔsoro, na ama wʼanuonyam aba asase nyinaa so.
6 They haue layd a net for my steps: my soule is pressed downe: they haue digged a pit before me, and are fallen into the mids of it. (Selah)
Wɔtrɛw asau mu de sum mʼanan afiri, ahohiahia brɛɛ me ase. Wotuu amoa wɔ me kwan mu, nanso wɔn ankasa akɔtotɔ mu.
7 Mine heart is prepared, O God, mine heart is prepared: I will sing and giue prayse.
Ao, Onyankopɔn, me koma agyina pintinn, me koma yɛ pintinn; mɛto dwom na mayi wo ayɛ.
8 Awake my tongue, awake viole and harpe: I wil awake early.
Me kra nyan! Sanku ne bɛnta, munnyan! Me nso menyan anɔpahema.
9 I will prayse thee, O Lord, among the people, and I wil sing vnto thee among the nations.
Awurade, mɛkamfo wo wɔ aman no mu; mɛto wo ho nnwom wɔ nnipa mu.
10 For thy mercie is great vnto the heauens, and thy trueth vnto the cloudes.
Wʼadɔe so, ɛkorɔn sen ɔsoro; wo nokwaredi du wim.
11 Exalt thy selfe, O God, aboue the heauens, and let thy glory be vpon all the earth.
Ao, Onyankopɔn, wɔmma wo so mmoro ɔsoro; ma wʼanuonyam nkata asase nyinaa so. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔto no sɛnea wɔto “Mma Wɔnnsɛe No” sanku nne so.
