Psalms 5
1 To the Chief Musician. For the Flutes. A Melody of David. To my words, give ear, O Yahweh, Understand thou my softly murmured prayer:
Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo sɛ wɔmfa atɛntɛbɛn nto. Dawid dwom. Awurade, yɛ aso ma me nsɛm na dwen mʼapinisi ho.
2 Attend to the voice of my cry, my King and my God, for, unto thee, do I pray.
Tie me mmoa ho sufrɛ, me Hene ne me Nyankopɔn, efisɛ wo na mebɔ wo mpae.
3 O Yahweh! in the morning, shalt thou hear my voice, In the morning, will I set in order unto thee, and keep watch;
Awurade, wote me nne anɔpa; anɔpa, mede mʼadesrɛ ba wʼanim na mede anidaso twɛn.
4 For, not a GOD finding pleasure in lawlessness, art thou, and wrong can be no guest of thine:
Wonyɛ Onyankopɔn a wʼani gye bɔne ho; na amumɔyɛfo rentumi ne wo ntena.
5 Boasters, shall not station themselves, before thine eyes, —Thou hatest all workers of iniquity:
Ahantanfo rentumi nnyina wʼanim; wukyi wɔn a wɔyɛ bɔne nyinaa.
6 Thou wilt destroy them who speak falsehood, —The man of bloodshed and of deceit, Yahweh abhorreth.
Wosɛe wɔn a wɔka atosɛm; Awurade kyi mogyapɛfo ne asisifo.
7 But, I, in the abounding of thy lovingkindness, will enter thy house, I will bow down towards thy holy temple, in reverence of thee:
Nanso me, wo mmɔborɔhunu bebrebe nti, mɛba wo fi; na nidi mu na mɛkotow akyerɛ wʼasɔredan kronkron no.
8 O Yahweh! lead me in thy righteousness, because of mine adversaries, Make even, before me, thy way:
Awurade kyerɛ me kwan wɔ wo trenee mu mʼatamfo nti, bɔ wo kwan tee wɔ mʼanim.
9 For in his mouth is nothing worthy of trust, Their inward purpose, is engulphing ruin, —An opened sepulchre, is their throat, With their tongue, speak they smooth things.
Wɔn anom asɛm baako mpo nyɛ nokware; ɔsɛe ahyɛ wɔn koma ma. Wɔn menewa yɛ ɔda a so abue wɔde wɔn tɛkrɛma ka nnaadaasɛm.
10 Declare them guilty, O God, Let them fall by their own counsels, —Into the throng of their own transgressions, thrust them down, For they have rebelled against thee: —
Onyankopɔn, bu wɔn fɔ! Ma wɔn pɔw bɔne nyɛ wɔn asehwe. Pam wɔn; esiane wɔn bɔne dodow no nti, efisɛ wɔasɔre atia wo.
11 That all may rejoice who seek refuge in thee, to times age-abiding, may shout in triumph, that thou wilt protect them, and they may leap for joy in thee who are lovers of thy Name.
Nanso ma wɔn a woguan ba wo nkyɛn no ani nnye; ma wɔmfa anigye nto dwom daa. Trɛw wo bammɔ mu wɔ wɔn so, na wɔn a wɔdɔ wo din no ma wɔn ani nnye wɔ wo mu.
12 For, thou, wilt bless the righteous man, O Yahweh, As with an all-covering shield—with good pleasure, wilt thou encompass him.
Awurade, ampa ara, wuhyira atreneefo; na wode wʼayamye twa wɔn ho hyia sɛ nkatabo.
