Psalms 30
1 A Melody. A Song for the Dedication of the House. David’s. I will extol thee, O Yahweh, for thou hast drawn me up, —and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.
Dwom a wɔto de buee Asɔredan no ano. Dawid dwom. Mɛma wo so, Awurade, efisɛ, woayi me afi bun mu na woamma mʼatamfo anserew me.
2 O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
Awurade me Nyankopɔn, misu frɛɛ wo sɛ boa me na wosaa me yare.
3 O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
Awurade, wuyii me fii ɔda mu; wode me ho kyɛɛ me na woamma mankɔ amoa mu. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.
Monto ayeyi nnwom mma Awurade; mo a moyɛ nʼahotewfo! Monkamfo ne din kronkron no.
5 For there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning,’tis a Shout of Triumph!
Nʼabufuw nkyɛ, na nʼadɔe wɔ hɔ daa; agyaadwotwa bɛwɔ hɔ anadwo, nanso ahosɛpɛw bɛba anɔpa.
6 But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!
Metee nka sɛ mewɔ bammɔ no, mekae se, “Merenhinhim da.”
7 O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!
Awurade, woyɛɛ me adom no womaa me bepɔw gyinaa pintinn na wode wʼanim hintaw me no, me koma tui.
8 Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:
Wo, Awurade na mefrɛɛ wo; wo hɔ na misu mesrɛɛ mmɔborɔhunu se:
9 What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?
“Mfaso bɛn na ɛwɔ me sɛe so, sɛ mɛkɔ amoa mu? Mfutuma beyi wo ayɛ ana? Ɛbɛpae mu aka wo nokwaredi ana?
10 Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.
Tie me, Awurade, na hu me mmɔbɔ! Awurade, yɛ me boafo.”
11 Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:
Wodan mʼagyaadwotwa yɛɛ no asaw; wuyii mʼatweaatam fii me ho na wode anigye furaa me,
12 To the end that mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.
sɛ me koma bɛto nnwom ama wo na ɛrenyɛ komm. Awurade me Nyankopɔn, meyi wo ayɛ daa.
