Psalms 40
1 To the Chief Musician. David’s. A Melody. I waited patiently for Yahweh, —And he inclined, unto me, and heard my cry for help;
Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Dawid dwom. Mede boasetɔ twɛn Awurade; na ɔhwɛɛ me, na ɔtee me sufrɛ.
2 So he brought me up, Out of the destroying pit, Out of the swampy mire, —And set, upon a cliff, my feet, Making firm my steps:
Oyii me fii amoa a mu yɛ toro mu, fii dɔte ne dontori mu; ɔde mʼanan sii ɔbotan so na ɔmaa me baabi pa gyinae.
3 Then put he, into my mouth, a new song, Praise to our God, —Many shall see and revere, And shall trust in Yahweh.
Ɔde dwom foforo hyɛɛ mʼanom, ayeyi dwom a yɛde ma yɛn Nyankopɔn. Bebree behu na wɔasuro, na wɔde wɔn werɛ ahyɛ Awurade mu.
4 How happy the man, Who hath made Yahweh his confidence, who hath not turned unto the haughty, nor gone aside unto falsehood.
Nhyira ne onipa a ɔde Awurade yɛ nʼahotoso, nea ɔmfa nʼani nto ahomaso so, ne wɔn a wɔman di anyame huhuw akyi.
5 Mighty things, hast thou done—Thou, Yahweh my God, Thy wonderful doings and thy purposes towards us, There is no setting them in order unto thee—I would tell, and would speak!—They are too great to rehearse.
Awurade me Nyankopɔn woayɛ anwonwade bebree. Nneɛma a wohyehyɛ maa yɛn no obiara ntumi nka ne nyinaa nkyerɛ wo; sɛ meka se mereka ne nyinaa ho asɛm a ɛbɛdɔɔso dodo.
6 Sacrifice and meal-offering, thou didst not delight in, Ears, didst thou pierce for me, —Ascending-sacrifice and sin-bearer, thou didst not ask:
Wompɛ afɔrebɔ ne ayɛyɛde, nanso woabue mʼaso; woampɛ ɔhyew afɔre ne bɔne afɔre.
7 Then, said I—Lo! I am come, In the written scroll, is it prescribed for me;
Na mekae se, “Mini, maba, sɛnea wɔakyerɛw afa me ho wɔ nhoma mmobɔwee no mu no.
8 To do thy good-pleasure, O my God, is my delight, And, thy law, is in the midst of mine inward parts:
Me Nyankopɔn, mepɛ sɛ meyɛ wʼapɛde; wo mmara wɔ me koma mu.”
9 I have told the good-tidings of righteousness in a great convocation, Lo! my lips, do I not restrain, O Yahweh, thou, knowest:
Meka wo trenee ho asɛm wɔ guabɔ kɛse ase; mimmua mʼano, Awurade, sɛnea wunim no.
10 Thy righteousness, have I not hid in the midst of my heart, Thy faithfulness and thy salvation, have I spoken, I have not concealed thy lovingkindness and thy truthfulness from the great convocation.
Memmfa wo trenee ho asɛm nsie me koma mu; meka wo nokware ne wo nkwagye ho asɛm. Mankata wʼadɔe ne wo nokware so wɔ guabɔ kɛse no ase.
11 Thou, O Yahweh, wilt not restrain thy compassions from me, Thy lovingkindness and thy truthfulness, shall continually watch over me.
Awurade, nyi wʼahummɔbɔ mfi me so; ma wʼadɔe ne wo nokware mmɔ me ho ban daa.
12 For there have closed in upon me, misfortunes beyond number, Mine iniquities have overtaken me, and I cannot see, They have become more than the hairs of my head, And, my courage, hath forsaken me!
Ɔhaw bebree atwa me ho ahyia; mʼamumɔyɛ abu afa me so enti minhu ade bio. Ɛdɔɔso sen me ti so nwi, na me koma abotow wɔ me mu.
13 Be pleased, O Yahweh, to rescue me, O Yahweh! to help me, make haste!
Awurade, ma ɛnsɔ wʼani sɛ wubegye me; Awurade, bra ntɛm bɛboa me.
14 Let them turn pale and then at once blush, who are seeking my life to snatch it away, —Let them draw back, and be confounded, who are taking pleasure in my calamity;
Wɔn a wɔpɛ sɛ wokum me no nyinaa, ma wɔn anim ngu ase na wɔnyɛ basaa; ma wɔn a wɔpɛ sɛ mesɛe no mfa aniwu nsan wɔn akyi.
15 Let them be astonished on account of their own shame, who are saying of me, Aha! Aha!
Ma wɔn a wɔka, “Ɔtwea! Ɔtwea!” kyerɛ me no nsan wɔn akyi, esiane wɔn aniwu nti.
16 Let all them be glad and rejoice in thee, who are seekers of thee. Let them say continually—Yahweh be magnified! who are lovers of thy salvation.
Nanso ma wɔn a wɔhwehwɛ wo nyinaa nsɛpɛw wɔn ho na wɔn ani nnye wɔ wo mu; ma wɔn a wɔdɔ wo nkwagye no nka da biara se, “Awurade yɛ ɔkɛse!”
17 But, I, being oppressed and needy, May My Lord devise for me, —My help and my deliverer, thou art! O my God, do not tarry!
Nanso meyɛ ohiani ne mmɔborɔni; ma Awurade nnwen me ho. Wo ne me boafo ne me gyefo; wo ne me Nyankopɔn, bra ntɛm.
