Psalms 56
1 Be merciful unto me, O God: for man would swallow me up; he fighting daily oppresses me.
Dawid dwom a ɔtoeɛ ɛberɛ a Filistifoɔ kyeree no wɔ Gat no. Ao Onyankopɔn, hunu me mmɔbɔ na nnipa taa me anibereɛ so; da mu nyinaa, wɔmia mmirika a wɔtu wɔtaa me no mu.
2 Mine enemies would daily swallow me up: for they be many that fight against me, O you most High.
Wɔn a wɔbɔ me ahohora taa me da mu nyinaa; wɔn a wɔma wɔn ho so tia me dɔɔso.
3 What time I am afraid, I will trust in you.
Sɛ mebɔ hu a, mede me ho bɛto wo so.
4 In God I will praise his word, in God I have put my trust; I will not fear what flesh can do unto me.
Onyankopɔn a mekamfo nʼasɛm no, mede me ho to Onyankopɔn so, na merensuro. Ɛdeɛn na onipa dasani bɛtumi ayɛ me?
5 Every day they shift my words: all their thoughts are against me for evil.
Ɛda mu nyinaa wɔgye mʼano si bɔne; ɛberɛ biara wɔbɔ pɔ sɛ wɔbɛteetee me.
6 They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, they mark my steps, when they wait for my soul.
Wɔbɔ pɔ, na wɔtetɛ, wɔhwɛ mʼanammɔntuo, na wɔpere sɛ wɔbɛkum me.
7 Shall they escape by iniquity? in your anger cast down the people, O God.
Ɛkwan biara so, mma wɔmfa wɔn ho nni; Ao Onyankopɔn, brɛ amanaman no ase wɔ wʼabufuo mu.
8 You tell my wanderings: put you my tears into your bottle: are they not in your book?
Twerɛ me kwadwom to hɔ; sese me nisuo wɔ wo nwoma mmobɔeɛ no mu. Ɛnni deɛ woatwerɛ ato hɔ no mu anaa?
9 When I cry unto you, then shall mine enemies turn back: this I know; for God is for me.
Sɛ mepɛ mmoa firi wo hɔ a, mʼatamfoɔ bɛsane wɔn akyi. Yei bɛma mahunu sɛ Onyankopɔn wɔ mʼafa.
10 In God will I praise his word: in the LORD will I praise his word.
Onyankopɔn a mekamfo nʼasɛm no, Awurade a mekamfo nʼasɛm no,
11 In God have I put my trust: I will not be afraid what man can do unto me.
mede me ho to Onyankopɔn so; na merensuro. Ɛdeɛn na ɔdasani bɛtumi ayɛ me?
12 Your vows are upon me, O God: I will render praises unto you.
Ao Onyankopɔn, mehyɛ ɛbɔ a mahyɛ wo no ase, mede mʼaseda afɔdeɛ bɛbrɛ wo.
13 For you have delivered my soul from death: will not you deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?
Ɛfiri sɛ, woagye me afiri owuo mu, woamma me nan ansunti, sɛdeɛ mɛtumi anante Onyankopɔn anim wɔ nkwa hann mu. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ no. Wɔto no sɛdeɛ wɔto “Mma Wɔnsɛe No.”
