Psalms 11

1 “To the chief musician, by David.” In the Lord have I put my trust: how can ye say to my soul, Flee to your mountain as a bird?

Dawid dwom. Awurade mu na mede me werɛ ahyɛ. Adɛn na wotumi ka kyerɛ me sɛ, “Tu te sɛ anomaa kɔ wo bepɔ so.

2 For lo, the wicked bend their bow, they arrange their arrow upon the string, to shoot in the dark at the upright in heart.

Na hwɛ, amumuyɛfoɔ akuntunu wɔn tadua mu, na wɔde wɔn mmɛmma asisi nhoma so sɛ wɔbɛto wɔ esum mu de awɔ akoma mu ahotefoɔ.

3 For [if] the foundations be torn down, what can the righteous do?

Sɛ wɔresɛe fapem no a, ɛdeɛn na ɔteneneeni bɛtumi ayɛ?”

4 The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord hath his throne in the heavens, his eyes behold, his eyelids prove, the children of men.

Awurade wɔ nʼasɔredan kronkron no mu; Awurade te ne soro ahennwa so. Ɔhwɛ nnipa mma, nʼani hwehwɛ wɔn mu.

5 The Lord proveth the righteous; but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.

Awurade hwehwɛ ɔteneneeni mu, na amumuyɛfoɔ ne wɔn a wɔpɛ basabasayɛ deɛ, ne kra kyiri wɔn.

6 He letteth rain upon the wicked burning coals, fire and brimstone; and a glowing wind is the portion of their cup.

Ɔbɛtɔ gyaframa ne sɔfe a ɛrederɛ agu Amumuyɛfoɔ so; na mframa a emu yɛ hyeɛ bɛyɛ wɔn kyɛfa.

7 For righteous is the Lord, he loveth righteousness: his countenance doth behold the upright.

Awurade yɛ ɔteneneeni, na ɔpɛ atɛntenenee; wɔn a wɔtene no bɛhunu nʼanim. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ sɛ wɔnto no wɔ “Seminit” sankuo nne so.