Psalms 22
1 To the Chief Musician. On "the Hind of the Dawn." A Melody of David. My GOD, my GOD, why hast thou forsaken me? Far from saving me, The words of my loud lamentation?
Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ. Wɔto no sɛdeɛ wɔto “Adekyeeɛ foroteɛ” dwom. Dawid dwom. Me Onyankopɔn, me Onyankopɔn, adɛn enti na woagya me? Adɛn enti na me nkwagyeɛ ne wo ntam aware, adɛn na mʼapinisie nsɛm ne wo ntam aware?
2 My God! I keep crying—By day, and thou dost not answer, and, By night, and there is no rest for me.
Ao me Onyankopɔn, mesu frɛ wo awia, nanso wonnye me so, mefrɛ wo anadwo, nanso mennya ɔhome.
3 But, thou, art holy, Who inhabitest the praises of Israel.
Nanso, wɔasi wo ɔhene sɛ Ɔkronkronni; wo na Israel kamfo woɔ.
4 In thee, trusted our fathers, They trusted, and thou didst deliver them;
Wo mu na yɛn agyanom de wɔn werɛ hyɛeɛ; wɔgyee wo diiɛ, na wogyee wɔn.
5 Unto thee, made they outcry, and escaped, In thee, they trusted, and had not turned pale.
Wɔsu frɛɛ wo na wogyee wɔn, wɔde wɔn ho too wo so na woanni wɔn hwammɔ.
6 But, I, am a worm and no one, a reproach of men, and despised of a people;
Nanso meyɛ ɔsonsono, na menyɛ onipa nnipa bɔ me ahohora na wɔbu me animtiaa.
7 All that see me, laugh at me, —They open wide the mouth, They shake the head: —
Obiara a ɔhunu me di me ho fɛw; wɔtwa me adapaa, woso wɔn ti ka sɛ:
8 He should trust in Yahweh—let him deliver him, —Let him rescue him, seeing he delighteth in him.
“Ɔde ne ho to Awurade so; ma Awurade mmɛgye no. Ma ɔmmɛboa no, ɛfiri sɛ ɔwɔ ne mu anigyeɛ.”
9 For, thou, art he that severed me from the womb, he that caused me to trust, upon the breasts of my mother;
Wo na woyii me firii awotwaa mu baeɛ na womaa mede me ho too wo so ɛberɛ a metua me maame nufoɔ ano mpo.
10 Upon thee, was I cast from the time I was born, From the womb of my mother, my GOD, hast thou been.
Ɛfiri mʼawoɔ mu na wɔde me too wo soɔ; ɛfiri me maame yafunu mu, woayɛ me Onyankopɔn.
11 Be not far from me, for, distress, is near, For there is none to help.
Ntwe wo ho mfiri me ho! Ɛfiri sɛ amaneɛ abɛn na ɔboafoɔ nni baabi.
12 Many bulls have surrounded me, Strong oxen of Bashan, have enclosed me;
Anantwinini bebree atwa me ho ahyia; Basan anantwinini a wɔn ho yɛ den atwa me ho ahyia.
13 They have opened wide against me their mouth, A lion rending and roaring.
Gyata a wɔbobom na wɔtete wɔn ahaboa mu abuebue wɔn anom tɛtrɛɛ de kyerɛ me.
14 Like water, am I poured out, and, put out of joint, are all my bones, —My heart, hath become, like wax, it is melted in the midst of my body;
Wɔahwie me agu sɛ nsuo, na me nnompe nyinaa ahodwo. Mʼakoma adane ayɛ sɛ nku; anane afiri me mu.
15 Dried as a potsherd, is my strength, And, my tongue, is made to cleave to my gums, And, in the dust of death, wilt thou lay me.
Mʼahoɔden awe te sɛ kyɛmferɛ mu. Na me tɛkrɛma atare mʼanom. Wode me ato owuo mfuturo mu.
16 For dogs have surrounded me, —An assembly of evil doers, have encircled me, They have pierced my hands and my feet,
Nkraman atwa me ho ahyia nnebɔneyɛfoɔ kuo atwa me ho ahyia, wɔahwire me nsa ne me nan mu.
17 I may tell all my bones, They, look for—they behold me!
Mɛtumi akan me nnompe nyinaa; Mʼatamfoɔ di me nhwɛhaa na wɔsere me.
18 They part my garments among them, and, for my vestment, they cast lots.
Wɔkyɛ me atadeɛ mu fa, na wɔbɔ me ntoma so ntonto.
19 But, thou, O Yahweh, be not far off, O my help! to aid me, make haste;
Na wo, Ao Awurade, ntwe wo ho. Ao mʼAhoɔden bra ntɛm bɛboa me.
20 Rescue, from the sword, my life, from the power of the dog, my solitary self:
Gye me kra firi akofena ano; gye me nkwa a ɛsom bo no firi nkraman tumi ase.
21 Save me from the mouth of the lion, —Yea, from the horns of wild beasts, hast thou delivered me.
Gye me nkwa firi gyata anom; gye me firi ɛkoɔ mmɛn so.
22 I will declare thy Name unto my brethren, —In the midst of the convocation, will I praise thee.
Mɛbɔ wo din akyerɛ me nuanom; mɛkamfo wo wɔ wɔn a wɔahyia hɔ no nyinaa anim.
23 Ye that revere Yahweh, praise him, All ye the seed of Jacob, glorify him, And, stand in awe of him, all ye seed of Israel.
Monkamfo Awurade, mo a mosuro no no! Mo a moyɛ Yakob asefoɔ, monhyɛ no animuonyam! Mo Israel asefoɔ nyinaa, monni no ni!
24 For he hath not despised nor abhorred the humbling of the patient one, neither hath he hid his face from him, but, when he cried for help unto him, he heard.
Ɔmmuu nʼani nguu ɔmanehunufoɔ ateetee so, ɔmfaa nʼanim nhintaa no; na mmom watie ne sufrɛ a ɔde repɛ mmoa.
25 Of thee, is my praise in the great convocation, My vows, will I pay, before them who revere him.
Me botaeɛ a mede yi wo ayɛ wɔ badwa mu no firi wo; mɛdi me bɔhyɛ so wɔ wɔn a wɔsuro wo no anim.
26 The patient wronged-ones shall eat and be satisfied, They shall praise Yahweh, who are seekers of him, Let your heart live for aye.
Ahiafoɔ bɛdidi na wɔamee; wɔn a wɔhwehwɛ Awurade bɛyi no ayɛ. Mo akoma nnya nkwa daa.
27 All the ends of the earth, will remember and turn to Yahweh, Yea all the families of the nations, will bow themselves down before thee,
Asase ano nyinaa bɛkae akɔ Awurade nkyɛn, na amanaman no mmusua nyinaa bɛkoto nʼanim,
28 For, to Yahweh, belongeth the kingdom, And One to Rule over the nations.
ɛfiri sɛ ahennie wɔ Awurade na ɔdi amanaman so ɔhene.
29 All the great ones of the earth, shall eat and bow down, Before him shall kneel, all that go down to the dust, Even he who had not kept alive, his own soul!
Asase so adefoɔ nyinaa bɛdidi na wɔasɔre no; wɔn a wɔkɔ dɔteɛ mu nyinaa bɛbu nkotodwe nʼanim, wɔn a wɔrentumi mma nkwa mu.
30 My seed, shall serve him, It shall be recounted, of the Lord, to a generation that shall come:
Nkyirimma nyinaa bɛsom no; wɔbɛka Awurade ho asɛm akyerɛ awoɔ ntoatoasoɔ a ɛdidi soɔ.
31 That his righteousness may be declared to a people to be born, That he wrought with effect!
Wɔbɛka ne tenenee akyerɛ nnipa a wɔnnya nwoo wɔn ɛfiri sɛ ɔno na wayɛ.
