Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how many are mine adversaries become! Many are they that rise up against me.
Dawid dwom a ɔtoe bere a ɔreguan afi ne babarima Absalom anim. Awurade, hwɛ sɛnea mʼatamfo dɔɔso fa! dodow no ara na wɔsɔre tia me!
2 Many there are that say of my soul: 'There is no salvation for him in God.' (Selah)
Bebree no ara ka fa me ho se, “Onyankopɔn rennye no.”
3 But thou, O LORD, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
Nanso wo, Awurade, woyɛ nkatabo a atwa me ho ahyia mʼanuonyam, nea Ɔpagyaw me ti.
4 With my voice I call unto the LORD, and He answereth me out of His holy mountain. (Selah)
Meteɛ mu su frɛ Awurade, na ogye me so fi ne bepɔw kronkron no so.
5 I lay me down, and I sleep; I awake, for the LORD sustaineth me.
Metɔ hɔ na meda a, minyan bio, efisɛ Awurade ma migyina.
6 I am not afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about.
Merensuro atamfo mpem mpem a wɔatwa me ho ahyia no.
7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God; for Thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek, Thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
Sɔre, Awurade! Gye me, me Nyankopɔn! Bobɔ mʼatamfo nyinaa abogye; na tutu amumɔyɛfo se.
8 Salvation belongeth unto the LORD; Thy blessing be upon Thy people. (Selah)
Awurade hɔ na ogye fi ba. Ma wo nhyira mmra wo nkurɔfo so.
