Psalms 6

1 [For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David.] LORD, do not rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.

Dawid dwom. Ao, Awurade nka mʼanim wɔ wʼabofuo mu, na ntwe mʼaso nso wɔ wʼabufuhyeɛ mu.

2 Be gracious to me, LORD, for I am frail. LORD, heal me, for my bones are trembling.

Hu me mmɔbɔ, Awurade, ɛfiri sɛ meyɛ mmrɛ; Ao Awurade sa me yadeɛ na me nnompe wɔ ahoyera mu.

3 And my soul is greatly troubled. But you, LORD, how long?

Me kra wɔ ahohia mu. Ɛnkɔsi da bɛn, Ao Awurade, ɛnkɔsi da bɛn?

4 Return, LORD. Deliver my soul. Save me because of your lovingkindness.

Sane bra, Ao Awurade, na bɛgye me nkwa; gye me, wo dɔ a ɛnni hwammɔ no enti.

5 For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks? (Sheol h7585)

Obi a wawuo no renkae wo da, hwan na ɔfiri damena mu kamfo woɔ? (Sheol h7585)

6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I drench my bed; I melt my couch with my tears.

Apinisie ama mayɛ mmerɛ. Anadwo mu nyinaa mede agyaadwotwa fɔ me mpa na me nisuo fɔ me sumiiɛ.

7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

Awerɛhoɔ ama mʼani so ayɛ me kusuu. Ɛredum mʼatamfoɔ nyinaa enti.

8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for the LORD has heard the sound of my weeping.

Mo nnebɔneyɛfoɔ, montwe mo ho mfiri me ho, ɛfiri sɛ Awurade ate me sufrɛ.

9 The LORD has heard my plea. The LORD has accepted my prayer.

Awurade ate me mmɔborɔ su; Awurade tie me sufrɛ.

10 May all my enemies be ashamed and greatly terrified. May they turn back, suddenly ashamed.

Mʼatamfoɔ nyinaa anim bɛgu ase na wɔn ho adwiri wɔn; na wɔapatu de fɛreɛ asane wɔn akyi.