Psalms 30
1 [A Psalm. A Song for the Dedication of the Temple. By David.] I will extol you, Jehovah, for you have raised me up, and have not made my foes 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 Jehovah my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me.
Ao Awurade me Onyankopɔn, mesu frɛɛ wo sɛ boa me na wosaa me yadeɛ.
3 Jehovah, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not 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 praise to Jehovah, you his faithful ones. Give thanks to his holy name.
Monto ayɛyie nnwom mma Awurade; mo a moyɛ nʼahotefoɔ! Monkamfo ne din kronkron no.
5 For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes in the morning.
Nʼabufuo nkyɛre, na nʼadɔeɛ wɔ hɔ daa; agyaadwotwa bɛwɔ hɔ anadwo, nanso ahosɛpɛ bɛba anɔpa.
6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, "I shall never be moved."
Metee nka sɛ mewɔ banbɔ no, mekaa sɛ, “Merenhinhim da.”
7 You, Jehovah, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.
Ao Awurade, woyɛɛ me adom no womaa me bepɔ gyinaa pintinn na wode wʼanim hintaa me no, me bo tuiɛ.
8 I cried to you, Jehovah. To Jehovah I made petition:
Wo, Awurade na mefrɛɛ woɔ; wo hɔ na mesu mesrɛɛ mmɔborɔhunu sɛ:
9 "What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? 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 Hear, Jehovah, and have mercy on me. Jehovah, be my helper."
Tie me, Ao Awurade, na hunu me mmɔbɔ! Ao Awurade, yɛ me ɔboafoɔ.”
11 You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,
Wodanee mʼagyaadwotwa yɛɛ no asa; woyii mʼayitoma firii me ho na wode anigyeɛ firaa me,
12 To the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. Jehovah my God, I will give thanks to you forever.
sɛ mʼakoma bɛto nnwom ama wo na ɛrenyɛ komm. Ao Awurade me Onyankopɔn, mɛda wo ase daa. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.
