Psalms 4
1 To the Chief Musician: with stringed instruments. A Melody of David. When I cry, answer me, O mine own righteous God, In a strait place, thou hast made room for me, Show me favour, and hear my prayer.
Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔto wɔ sankuhama so. Dawid dwom. Sɛ misu frɛ wo a, gye me so, me trenee Nyankopɔn. Ma me ɔhome wɔ mʼahohia mu; hu me mmɔbɔ na tie me mpaebɔ.
2 Ye sons of the great! how long, turning my glory to contempt, will ye love emptiness, will ye seek falsehood? (Selah)
Enkosi da bɛn na mobɛdan mʼanuonyam ahohora? Enkosi da bɛn na mobɛdɔ nneɛma hunu na moadi ahoni ahuhuw akyi?
3 Know ye, then, that Yahweh hath set apart the man of lovingkindness for himself: Yahweh, will hear, when I cry to him.
Hu sɛ Awurade ayi nea ɔwɔ nyamesu ama ne ho; Awurade betie, sɛ misu mefrɛ no a.
4 Be deeply moved, but do not sin, —Ponder in your own heart upon your bed, and be silent. (Selah)
Sɛ mo bo fuw a, monnyɛ bɔne; sɛ modeda mo mpa so a, monyɛ komm na monhwehwɛ mo koma mu.
5 Sacrifice the sacrifices of righteousness; and put your trust in Yahweh.
Mommɔ afɔre a ɛfata na momfa mo werɛ nhyɛ Awurade mu.
6 Multitudes, are saying, Who will show us prosperity? Lift thou upon us the light of thy countenance, O Yahweh.
Nnipa bebree bisa se: “Hena na ɔde yiyeyɛ bɛbrɛ yɛn?” Awurade, ma wʼanim hann no nhyerɛn yɛn so.
7 Thou hast put gladness in my heart, —beyond the season when, their corn and their new wine, have increased.
Fa anigye mmoroso hyɛ me koma ma bere a wɔn aburow ne nsa foforo abu so no.
8 In peace, will I lay me down and at once sleep; for, thou, Yahweh alone, wilt cause me, in security, to dwell.
Mɛtɔ hɔ, na mada asomdwoe mu, efisɛ wo nko ara, Awurade, na woma metena dwoodwoo.
