Psalms 64

1 For the Leader. A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my complaint; preserve my life from the terror of the enemy.

Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Dawid dwom. Me Nyankopɔn, tie me, bere a mereka me haw; bɔ me kra ho ban fi ɔtamfo ahunahuna ho.

2 Hide me from the council of evil-doers; from the tumult of the workers of iniquity;

Fa me sie fi amumɔyɛfo agyinatu ho, ne nnebɔneyɛfo pɔwbɔ ho.

3 Who have whet their tongue like a sword, and have aimed their arrow, a poisoned word;

Wɔsew wɔn tɛkrɛma sɛ afoa na wɔde atirimɔden nsɛm sɔn sɛ mmɛmma werɛmfo.

4 That they may shoot in secret places at the blameless; suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.

Wofi ahintawee mu, tow bɔ onipa a ne ho nni asɛm; wɔtow bɔ no mpofirim a wonsuro.

5 They encourage one another in an evil matter; they converse of laying snares secretly; they ask, who would see them.

Wɔhyehyɛ wɔn ho wɔn ho nkuran wɔ wɔn amumɔyɛ nhyehyɛe ho, wɔka sɛnea wobesum wɔn mfiri asie; wɔka se, “Hena na obehu yɛn?”

6 They search out iniquities, they have accomplished a diligent search; even in the inward thought of every one, and the deep heart.

Wɔbɔ ntɛnkyew ho pɔw na wɔka se, “Yɛayɛ nhyehyɛe a ɛso nni koraa!” Ampa ara onipa koma ne nʼadwene yɛ anifere.

7 But God doth shoot at them with an arrow suddenly; thence are their wounds.

Nanso Onyankopɔn bɛto bɛmma abɔ wɔn; na wɔbɛhwe fam prɛko pɛ.

8 So they make their own tongue a stumbling unto themselves; all that see them shake the head.

Ɔbɛdan wɔn ankasa tɛkrɛma atia wɔn na ɔde wɔn aba ɔsɛe mu; na wɔn a wobehu wɔn nyinaa de animka bɛbɔ wɔn ti nko.

9 And all men fear; and they declare the work of God, and understand His doing.

Adesamma nyinaa besuro; wɔbɛpae mu aka Onyankopɔn nnwuma na wɔasusuw nea wayɛ ho.

10 The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and shall take refuge in Him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.

Ma atreneefo nni ahurusi wɔ Awurade mu na wɔmpɛ guankɔbea wɔ no mu; ma wɔn a wɔn koma mu tew nyinaa nyi no ayɛ!