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 wira frɔmfrɔm adidibea mu; ɔgya me kɔ nsuo a ɛho dwoɔ ho,

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

ɔdwodwo me kra. Ɔde me fa akwantenenee so, ne din enti.

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 owuo sum kabii mu mpo a, mensuro bɔne bi, ɛfiri sɛ, wo ne me na ɛwɔ hɔ; wʼabaa ne wo poma na ɛkyekyere 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 ɛpono wɔ mʼatamfoɔ anim. Wode ngo afɔ me tirim; me kuruwa ayɛ ma abu 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.

Yie ne adɔeɛ nko na ɛbɛdi mʼakyi me nkwa nna nyinaa; na mɛtena Awurade fie daa.