Psalms 3
1 “A psalm of David, when he fled from before Abshalom his son.” Lord, how numerous are my assailants! how many, that rise up against me!
Dawid dwom a ɔtoe bere a ɔreguan afi ne babarima Absalom anim. Awurade, hwɛ sɛnea mʼatamfo dɔɔso fa! dodow no ara na wɔsɔre tia me!
2 Many say of my soul, There is no help for him with God. (Selah)
Bebree no ara ka fa me ho se, “Onyankopɔn rennye no.”
3 But thou, O Lord, art a shield around me, my glory, and he that lifteth up my head.
Nanso wo, Awurade, woyɛ nkatabo a atwa me ho ahyia mʼanuonyam, nea Ɔpagyaw me ti.
4 With my voice I call unto the Lord, and he answereth me out of his holy mountain. (Selah)
Meteɛ mu su frɛ Awurade, na ogye me so fi ne bepɔw kronkron no so.
5 I laid myself down and slept: I awoke; for the Lord sustaineth me.
Metɔ hɔ na meda a, minyan bio, efisɛ Awurade ma migyina.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have placed themselves round about against me.
Merensuro atamfo mpem mpem a wɔatwa me ho ahyia no.
7 Arise, O Lord, help me, O my God; for thou smitest all my enemies upon the cheek bone: the teeth of the wicked dost thou break.
Sɔre, Awurade! Gye me, me Nyankopɔn! Bobɔ mʼatamfo nyinaa abogye; na tutu amumɔyɛfo se.
8 Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
Awurade hɔ na ogye fi ba. Ma wo nhyira mmra wo nkurɔfo so. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔto wɔ sankuhama so.
