Psalms 64
1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. Hear my voice, O God, in my prayer: preserve my life from fear of the enemy.
Dawid dwom. Ao Onyankopɔn, tie me ɛberɛ a mereka me haw; bɔ me ɔkra ho ban firi ɔtamfoɔ ahunahuna ho.
2 Hide me from the secret counsel of the wicked; from the insurrection of the workers of iniquity:
Fa me sie firi amumuyɛfoɔ agyinatuo ho, ne nnebɔneyɛfoɔ dodoɔ no gyegyeegyeyɛ ho.
3 Who whet their tongue like a sword, [and] bend [their bows to shoot] their arrows, [even] bitter words:
Wɔse wɔn tɛkrɛma sɛ akofena na wɔse wɔn ano sɛ mmɛmma kɔdiawuo.
4 That they may shoot in secret at the perfect: suddenly do they shoot at him, and fear not.
Wɔfiri atɛeɛ mu, to bɔ onipa a ne ho nni asɛm; wɔto bɔ no mpofirim a wɔnsuro.
5 They encourage themselves [in] an evil matter: they commune of laying snares privily; they say, Who shall see them?
Wɔhyehyɛ wɔn ho wɔn ho nkuran wɔ wɔn amumuyɛ nneyɛeɛ ho, wɔka sɛdeɛ wɔbɛsum afidie; wɔka sɛ, “Hwan na ɔbɛhunu yɛn?”
6 They search out iniquities; they accomplish a diligent search: both the inward [thought] of every one [of them], and the heart, [is] deep.
Wɔbɔ atɛnkyea ho pɔ na wɔka sɛ, “Yɛayɛ nhyehyɛeɛ a ɛyɛ pɛ!” Ampa ara onipa akoma ne nʼadwene yɛ anifire.
7 But God shall shoot at them [with] an arrow; suddenly shall they be wounded.
Nanso, Onyankopɔn bɛto bɛmma awɔ wɔn; na wɔbɛhwe fam prɛko pɛ.
8 So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: all that see them shall flee away.
Ɔbɛdane wɔn ankasa tɛkrɛma atia wɔn na ɔde wɔn aba ɔsɛeɛ mu; na wɔn a wɔbɛhunu wɔn nyinaa bɛbɔ wɔn tiri nko wɔ animtiabuo so.
9 And all men shall fear, and shall declare the work of God; for they shall wisely consider of his doing.
Adasamma nyinaa bɛsuro; wɔbɛpae mu aka Onyankopɔn nnwuma na wɔasusu deɛ wayɛ ho.
10 The righteous shall be glad in the LORD, and shall trust in him; and all the upright in heart shall glory.
Ma teneneefoɔ nni ahurisie wɔ Awurade mu na wɔmpɛ hintabea wɔ ne mu; ma wɔn a wɔn akoma mu teɛ nyinaa nyi no ayɛ! Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.
