Psalms 11

1 To the Chief Musician. David’s. In Yahweh, have I sought refuge. How can ye say to my soul, Flee to a mountain like a little bird;

Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Dawid dwom. Awurade mu na mede me werɛ ahyɛ. Adɛn na wutumi ka kyerɛ me se, “Tu te sɛ anomaa kɔ wo bepɔw so.

2 For lo! the lawless, bend the bow They have fixed their arrow upon the string, To shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart:

Na hwɛ, amumɔyɛfo akuntun wɔn ta mu, na wɔde wɔn mmɛmma asisi ahama so sɛ wɔbɛtow wɔ sum mu de awɔ koma mu ahotefo.

3 When the pillars are overthrown, What could, a righteous man, do?

Sɛ wɔresɛe fapem no a, dɛn na ɔtreneeni betumi ayɛ?”

4 Yahweh, is in his holy temple As for Yahweh, in the heavens, is his throne, His eyes, behold—His eyelashes test the sons of men.

Awurade wɔ nʼasɔredan kronkron no mu; Awurade te ne soro ahengua so. Ɔhwɛ nnipa mma, nʼani hwehwɛ wɔn mu.

5 Yahweh, putteth, the righteous, to the test, —But the lawless one and the lover of violence, his soul doth hate.

Awurade hwehwɛ ɔtreneeni mu, na amumɔyɛfo ne wɔn a wɔpɛ basabasayɛ de, ne kra kyi wɔn.

6 He will rain upon the lawless live-coals, Fire and brimstone and a burning wind, are the portion of their cup.

Ɔbɛtɔ ogyatannaa ne sufre a ɛredɛw agu amumɔyɛfo so; na mframa a mu yɛ hyew bɛyɛ wɔn kyɛfa.

7 For righteous is Yahweh Righteousness, he loveth, the upright, shall behold his face.

Awurade yɛ ɔtreneeni, na ɔpɛ atɛntrenee; wɔn a wɔteɛ no behu nʼanim.