Psalms 30

1 A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House; [a Psalm] of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast raised me up, and hast 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 O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

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

3 O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol: thou hast 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 unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and 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; in his favour is life: weeping may tarry for the night, but joy [cometh] 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 Thou, LORD, of thy favour hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy 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 thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made 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 the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy 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, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.

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

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:

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

12 To the end that [my] glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.

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