Psalms 30

1 For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you, O Lord; for you have lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.

Dwom a wɔto de buee Asɔredan no ano. Dawid dwom. Mema wo so, Ao Awurade, ɛfiri sɛ, woayi me afiri ebunu mu na woamma mʼatamfoɔ ansere me.

2 O Lord my God, I cried to you, and you did heal me.

Ao Awurade me Onyankopɔn, mesu frɛɛ wo sɛ boa me na wosaa me yadeɛ.

3 O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Hades, you have delivered me from [among] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

Ao Awurade, woyii me firii damena mu; wode me ho kyɛɛ me na woamma mankɔ amena mu. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing to the Lord, you his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.

Monto ayɛyie nnwom mma Awurade; mo a moyɛ nʼahotefoɔ! Monkamfo ne din kronkron no.

5 For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favor: weeping shall wait for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.

Nʼabufuo nkyɛre, na nʼadɔeɛ wɔ hɔ daa; agyaadwotwa bɛwɔ hɔ anadwo, nanso ahosɛpɛ bɛba anɔpa.

6 And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

Metee nka sɛ mewɔ banbɔ no, mekaa sɛ, “Merenhinhim da.”

7 O Lord, in your good pleasure you did add strength to my beauty: but you did turn away your face, and I was troubled.

Ao Awurade, woyɛɛ me adom no womaa me bepɔ gyinaa pintinn na wode wʼanim hintaa me no, me bo tuiɛ.

8 To you, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.

Wo, Awurade na mefrɛɛ woɔ; wo hɔ na mesu mesrɛɛ mmɔborɔhunu sɛ:

9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to you? or shall it declare your truth?

“Mfasoɔ bɛn na ɛwɔ me sɛeɛ ho, sɛ mɛkɔ amena mu? Mfuturo bɛyi wo ayɛ anaa? Ɛbɛpae mu aka wo nokorɛdie anaa?

10 The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.

Tie me, Ao Awurade, na hunu me mmɔbɔ! Ao Awurade, yɛ me ɔboafoɔ.”

11 You have turned my mourning into joy for me: you have tore off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

Wodanee mʼagyaadwotwa yɛɛ no asa; woyii mʼayitoma firii me ho na wode anigyeɛ firaa me,

12 that my glory may sing praise to you, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.

sɛ mʼakoma bɛto nnwom ama wo na ɛrenyɛ komm. Ao Awurade me Onyankopɔn, mɛda wo ase daa. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.