Psalms 23

1 A Melody of David. Yahweh, is my shepherd—I shall not want:

Dawid dwom. Awurade ne me hwɛfo, hwee renhia me.

2 In pastures of tender grass, he maketh me lie down, Unto restful waters, he leadeth me;

Ɔma meda wura frɔmfrɔm adidibea; ogya me kɔ nsu a ɛho dwo ho,

3 My life, he restoreth, He guideth me in right paths, for the sake of his Name.

odwudwo me kra. Ɔde me fa akwantrenee so, ne din nti.

4 Yea, though I walk through a valley death-shadowed, I will fear no harm, for, thou, art with me, Thy rod and thy staff, they, comfort me.

Sɛ menam owu sum kabii mu mpo a, minsuro bɔne bi, efisɛ wo ne me na ɛwɔ hɔ; wʼabaa ne wo pema na ɛkyekye me werɛ.

5 Thou spreadest before me a table, in face of mine adversaries, Thou hast anointed, with oil, my head, My cup, hath run over.

Woto me pon wɔ mʼatamfo anim. Wode ngo fɔw me tirim; me kuruwa yɛ ma bu so.

6 Surely, goodness and lovingkindness, will pursue me, all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of Yahweh, evermore.

Yiye ne adɔe nko na ebedi mʼakyi me nkwanna nyinaa; na mɛtena Awurade fi daa.