Psalms 139
1 To the Chief Musician, David’s. A Melody. O Yahweh! thou hast searched me, and observed:
Dawid dwom. Ao Awurade, woahwehwɛ me mu na woahunu me.
2 Thou, hast observed my downsitting and mine uprising, Thou hast given heed to my desire, from afar:
Wonim mʼasetena ne me sɔreɛ; wofiri akyirikyiri hunu mʼadwene mu.
3 My path and my couch, hast thou examined, and, all my ways, thou well knowest.
Wonim mʼadifirie ne me nnaeɛ; wonim mʼakwan nyinaa.
4 Surely there hath not been a word on my tongue, [but] behold! O Yahweh, thou hast observed it on every side.
Ansa na mɛbue mʼano akasa no Ao Awurade, na wonim ne nyinaa dada.
5 Behind and before, hast thou shut me in, and hast laid upon me thy hand: —
Woatwa me ho nyinaa ahyia na wobɔ me ho ban.
6 Knowledge, too wonderful, for me! high, I cannot attain to it!
Saa nimdeɛ yi boro me nteaseɛ so, ɛyɛ me nwanwa dodo.
7 Whither can I go from thy spirit? or whither, from thy face, can I flee?
Ɛhe na mɛtumi afiri wo honhom anim akorɔ? Ɛhe na mɛtumi adwane afiri wʼanim akorɔ?
8 If I ascend the heavens, there, thou art! If I spread out hades as my couch, behold thee! (Sheol h7585)
Sɛ meforo soro a, wowɔ hɔ. Na mekɔsɛ me kɛtɛ wɔ asaman a, wo nie. (Sheol h7585)
9 If I mount the wings of the dawn, settle down in the region beyond the sea,
Sɛ mede adekyeeɛ ntaban tu na mekɔtena ɛpo akyi nohoa a,
10 Even there, thy hand shall lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
mpo ɛhɔ na wo nsa bɛgya me akɔ, na wo nsa nifa bɛsɔ me mu.
11 If I say, Surely, darkness, shall cover me! then, night, is light about me.
Na meka sɛ, “Ampa ara esum mmɛkata me so na hann nnane adesaeɛ ntwa me ho nhyia a,”
12 Even darkness, will not conceal from thee, —but, night, like day, will shine, So is the darkness, as the light!
esum mpo nnyɛ sum mma wo; na anadwo bɛhyerɛn sɛ awia; esum ne hann yɛ wo pɛ.
13 For, thou, didst possess thyself of my reins, thou didst weave me together in the womb of my mother.
Na wo na wobɔɔ me honhom wonwonoo me wɔ me maame awotwaa mu.
14 I thank thee, in that fearfully was my being distinguished, Wonderful are thy works, and, mine own soul, is observing [them] intently!
Mekamfo wo, ɛfiri sɛ woyɛɛ me anwanwakwan so a ɛyɛ hu. Wo nnwuma yɛ nwanwa. Menim ɛno yie pa ara.
15 My substance was not hid from thee, —when I was made in secret, when I was skilfully figured in the lower parts of the earth.
Wɔamfa me bɔberɛ anhinta wo ɛberɛ a wɔyɛɛ me kɔkoam no; ɛberɛ a wɔnwonoo me asase yam no,
16 Mine unfinished substance, thine eyes beheld, and, in thy book, all the parts thereof were written, —the days they should be fashioned! while yet there was not one among them.
wʼani hunuu me ɛberɛ a meyɛ mogya toa no. Nna dodoɔ a woatwa ama me no, wɔatwerɛ ne nyinaa wɔ wo nwoma mu ansa na emu baako reba mu.
17 To me, then, how precious have thy desires become, O GOD! How numerous, the heads of them!
Ao Onyankopɔn, wo nsusuiɛ som bo ma me! Woka ne nyinaa bɔ mu a, ɛso dodo!
18 I would recount them! Beyond the sands, they multiply, I rouse myself—and am still with thee.
Sɛ mese mɛkan a, ne dodoɔ bɛboro mpoano anwea, sɛ menyane a, me ne wo wɔ hɔ ara.
19 Wilt thou not, O GOD, slay the lawless one? Therefore, ye men of bloodshed, depart from me!
Ao Onyankopɔn, sɛ anka wobɛkumkum amumuyɛfoɔ a! Momfiri me so, mo mogyapɛfoɔ!
20 For they speak of thee wickedly, Thy foes lift up [their hand] unto falsehood.
Wɔde adwemmɔne ka wo ho asɛm; wʼatamfoɔ mmɔ wo din pa.
21 Do I not hate, them who hate thee, O Yahweh? And loathe, them who rise up against thee?
Ao Awurade, metane wɔn a wɔtane wo, na mekyiri wɔn a wɔsɔre tia woɔ.
22 With completeness of hatred, I hate them, As enemies, have they become to me.
Menni hwee sɛ ɔtan a mewɔ ma wɔn; mefa wɔn sɛ mʼatamfoɔ.
23 Search me, O GOD, and observe my heart, Try me, and observe my cares;
Hwehwɛ me mu, Ao Onyankopɔn, na hunu mʼakoma; sɔ me hwɛ na hunu mʼadwene.
24 And see if there be any idol-way in me, and lead me in a way age-abiding.
Hwɛ sɛ bɔne bi wɔ me mu a, na fa me fa ɛkwan a ɛkɔ daa nkwa so. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.
