Psalms 62
1 To the excelletn musician Ieduthun. A Psalme of David. Yet my soule keepeth silence vnto God: of him commeth my saluation.
Dawid dwom. Me kra wɔ ahomegye wɔ Onyankopɔn nko ara mu; me nkwagye fi ne nkyɛn.
2 Yet he is my strength and my saluation, and my defence: therefore I shall not much be mooued.
Ampa, ɔyɛ me botan ne me nkwagye; ɔyɛ mʼabandennen, hwee renhinhim me da.
3 How long wil ye imagine mischiefe against a man? ye shalbe all slaine: ye shalbe as a bowed wall, or as a wall shaken.
Mobɛkɔ so ahyɛ onipa so akosi da bɛn, mo nyinaa besum me ahwe fam ana? Ɔfasu a akyea yi, ban a ɛrebu yi?
4 Yet they consult to cast him downe from his dignitie: their delight is in lies, they blesse with their mouthes, but curse with their hearts. (Selah)
Ampa, wɔayɛ adwene se wobetu no afi ne dibea a ɛkorɔn no so; wɔn ani gye atorodi ho. Wɔde wɔn ano hyira na wɔn koma mu de, wɔdome.
5 Yet my soule keepe thou silence vnto God: for mine hope is in him.
Yiw me kra, gye wʼahome wɔ Onyankopɔn nko ara mu; na ne mu na mʼanidaso wɔ.
6 Yet is hee my strength, and my saluation, and my defence: therefore I shall not be mooued.
Ampa, ɔyɛ me botan ne me nkwagye; ɔyɛ mʼabandennen, hwee renhinhim me.
7 In God is my saluation and my glory, the rocke of my strength: in God is my trust.
Me nkwagye ne mʼanuonyam gyina Onyankopɔn so; ɔyɛ me botan a ɛkorɔn, ne me guankɔbea.
8 Trust in him alway, ye people: powre out your hearts before him, for God is our hope. (Selah)
Mo nnipa, momfa mo ho nto ne so daa; monka mo koma mu nsɛm nyinaa nkyerɛ no, efisɛ Onyankopɔn ne yɛn guankɔbea.
9 Yet the children of men are vanitie, the chiefe men are lies: to lay them vpon a balance they are altogether lighter then vanitie.
Nnipa nyinaa te sɛ home; akɛse ne nkumaa nyinaa nka hwee; sɛ wɔkari wɔn wɔ nsania so a, wɔnka hwee; wɔn nyinaa bɔ mu a wɔyɛ home nko.
10 Trust not in oppression nor in robberie: be not vaine: if riches increase, set not your heart thereon.
Mommfa mo ho nto asisi so na monnhoahoa mo ho akorɔnne ho; ɛwɔ mu sɛ mo ahonya dɔɔso de, nanso mommfa mo koma nto so.
11 God spake once or twise, I haue heard it, that power belongeth vnto God,
Asɛm baako na Onyankopɔn aka, nsɛm abien na mate sɛ, wo, Onyankopɔn, na wowɔ ahoɔden,
12 And to thee, O Lord, mercie: for thou rewardest euery one according to his worke.
na wo, Awurade, na woyɛ adɔe, ampa ara wubetua obiara ka sɛnea nʼadwuma te.
