Psalms 59
1 For the Chief Musician; [set to] Al-tashheth. [A Psalm] of David: Michtam: when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him. Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God: set me on high from them that rise up against me.
Wɔto no sɛdeɛ wɔto “Mma Ɛnsɛe No” sankuo nne so. Dawid “miktam” dwom. Ɔtoo no ɛberɛ a Saulo soma kɔwɛn Dawid fie sɛ wɔbɛkum no. Ao Onyankopɔn, gye me firi mʼatamfoɔ nsam; bɔ me ho ban firi wɔn a wɔtaa me so no ho.
2 Deliver me from the workers of iniquity, and save me from the bloodthirsty men.
Gye me firi amumuyɛfoɔ nsam. Gye me nkwa firi mogyapɛfoɔ nsam.
3 For, lo, they lie in wait for my soul; the mighty gather themselves together against me: not for my transgression, nor for my sin, O LORD.
Hwɛ sɛdeɛ wɔatɛ repɛ me akum me akokobirefoɔ bɔ pɔ bɔne tia me a ɛnyɛ mfomsoɔ anaa bɔne bi a mayɛ enti, Ao Awurade.
4 They run and prepare themselves without [my] fault: awake thou to help me, and behold.
Menyɛɛ mfomsoɔ bi, nanso wɔayɛ krado sɛ wɔbɛto ahyɛ me so. Sɔre bɛgye me; hwɛ mʼamanehunu!
5 Even thou, O LORD God of hosts, the God of Israel, arise to visit all the heathen: be not merciful to any wicked transgressors. (Selah)
Ao Asafo Awurade Onyankopɔn, Israel Onyankopɔn, ma wo ho so na twe amanaman no nyinaa aso; nhunu amumuyɛfoɔ nkontompofoɔ no mmɔbɔ.
6 They return at evening, they make a noise like a dog, and go round about the city.
Wɔsane ba anwummerɛ, wɔpɔ so sɛ nkraman, na wɔkyinkyin kuropɔn no mu.
7 Behold, they belch out with their mouth; swords are in their lips: for who, [say they], doth hear?
Hwɛ deɛ wɔfe firi wɔn anomu, wɔfe akofena firi wɔn anomu na wɔka sɛ: “Hwan na ɔteɛ”?
8 But thou, O LORD, shalt laugh at them; thou shalt have all the heathen in derision.
Nanso, wo Awurade, wosere wɔn; wodi saa aman no nyinaa ho fɛw.
9 O my strength, I will wait upon thee: for God is my high tower.
Ao mʼAhoɔden, mehwɛ wo; wo, Ao Onyankopɔn ne mʼabankɛseɛ,
10 The God of my mercy shall prevent me: God shall let me see [my desire] upon mine enemies.
me Onyankopɔn a ɔyɛ ɔdɔ. Onyankopɔn bɛdi mʼanim na ɔbɛma mahwɛ wɔn a wɔbɔ me ahohora no haa.
11 Slay them not, lest my people forget: scatter them by thy power, and bring them down, O Lord our shield.
Nanso nkum wɔn, Ao Awurade yɛn akokyɛm, na me nkurɔfoɔ werɛ amfiri wɔn. Wo tumi mu no ma wɔnnantenante, na brɛ wɔn ase.
12 [For] the sin of their mouth, [and] the words of their lips, let them even be taken in their pride, and for cursing and lying which they speak.
Bɔne a ɛfiri wɔn anomu, ne wɔn ano nsɛm enti ma wɔn ahomasoɔ nkyekyere wɔn. Abususɛm a wɔka ne atorɔ a wɔtwa enti,
13 Consume them in wrath, consume them, that they be no more: and let them know that God ruleth in Jacob, unto the ends of the earth. (Selah)
sɛe wɔn wɔ abufuhyeɛ mu, kɔsi sɛ wɔn ase bɛtɔre. Afei ɛbɛma asase so afanan nyinaa ahunu sɛ Onyankopɔn di Yakob so.
14 And at evening let them return, let them make a noise like a dog, and go round about the city.
Wɔsane ba anwummerɛ, wɔpɔ so sɛ nkraman na wɔkyinkyin kuropɔn no mu.
15 They shall wander up and down for meat and tarry all night if they be not satisfied.
Wɔkyinkyini pɛ aduane na sɛ wɔammee a, wɔsu bobom.
16 But I will sing of thy strength; yea, I will sing aloud of thy mercy in the morning: for thou hast been my high tower, and a refuge in the day of my distress.
Nanso mɛto wʼahoɔden ho dwom, mɛto wʼadɔeɛ ho dwom anɔpa; ɛfiri sɛ woyɛ mʼabankɛseɛ, mʼahintaeɛ wɔ ahohia mmerɛ mu.
17 Unto thee, O my strength, will I sing praises: for God is my high tower, the God of my mercy.
Ao mʼAhoɔden, mɛto ayɛyi dwom ama wo; wo, Ao Onyankopɔn, ne mʼabankɛseɛ, me Onyankopɔn a ɔyɛ ɔdɔ. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ. Wɔto no sɛdeɛ wɔto “Susan Edut.”
