Psalms 51
1 To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. When Nathan the Prophet had come to him, after he had gone in unto Bath-sheba. Be favorable unto me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness, And, in the multitude of thy compassions, blot out my transgressions;
Dawid dwom a ɔtoo no ɛberɛ a ɔde ne ho kaa Batseba na odiyifoɔ Natan kɔɔ ne nkyɛn no. Ao Onyankopɔn hunu me mmɔbɔ, sɛdeɛ wʼadɔeɛ a ɛnsa da no teɛ; wʼahummɔborɔ kɛseɛ no enti, pepa me mmarato.
2 Thoroughly wash me from mine iniquity, And, from my sin, make me pure;
Hohoro mʼamumuyɛ nyinaa na te me ho firi me bɔne mu!
3 For, my transgressions, do, I, acknowledge, And, my sin, is before me continually:
Na mahunu me mmarato, na mekae me bɔne daa.
4 Against thee—against thee alone, have I sinned, And, wickedness—in thine eyes, have I done, —That thou mayest, Be justified when thou speakest, —Be clear when thou judgest.
Mayɛ mfomsoɔ atia wo; atia wo nko ara na mayɛ deɛ ɛyɛ bɔne wɔ wʼani so, enti, wodi bem wɔ wo kasa mu na wotene wɔ wʼatemmuo mu.
5 Lo! in iniquity, was I brought forth, And, in sin, did my mother conceive me.
Ampa ara wɔwoo me wɔ bɔne mu, na bɔne mu na me maame nyinsɛnee me.
6 Lo! faithfulness, hast thou desired in the inward parts, Yea, in the hidden part, wilt thou cause me to know, wisdom.
Ampa ara nokorɛ na wohwehwɛ wɔ me mu. Wokyerɛ me nyansa a emu dɔ.
7 Wilt thou cleanse me from sin with hyssop, That I may be pure? Wilt thou wash me, That I may be whiter, than snow?
Fa hisope hohoro me ho, na me ho bɛte; dware me, na mɛhoa asene sukyerɛmma.
8 Wilt thou cause me to hear joy and gladness? The bones thou hast crushed would exult.
Ma mente ahosɛpɛ ne anigyeɛ nka; na ma nnompe a woabubuo no nni ahurisie.
9 Hide thy face from my sins, —And, all mine iniquities, blot out;
Kata wʼani wɔ me bɔne ho na pepa mʼamumuyɛ nyinaa.
10 A pure heart, create for me, O God, And, a steadfast spirit, renew within me.
Ao Onyankopɔn, bɔ akoma a emu teɛ wɔ me mu, na ma me honhom foforɔ a ɛdi wo nokorɛ.
11 Do not cast me away from thy presence, And, thy Holy Spirit, do not take from me:
Mpamo me mfiri wʼanim na ɛnyi wo Honhom Kronkron mfiri me mu.
12 Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation, And, with a willing spirit, wilt thou uphold me: —
Fa wo nkwagyeɛ mu anigyeɛ no ma me bio na ma me ɔsetie honhom a ɛbɛkura me.
13 I would teach transgressors thy ways, And, sinners, unto thee, should return.
Afei mɛkyerɛ nnebɔneyɛfoɔ wʼakwan, na amumuyɛfoɔ bɛsane aba wo nkyɛn.
14 Rescue me from shed-blood, O God, the God of my salvation, My tongue should shout thy righteousness;
Ao Onyankopɔn, gye me firi mogya ho afɔdie mu. Onyame a wogye me nkwa, na me tɛkrɛma bɛto wo tenenee ho dwom.
15 O My Lord! my lips, wilt thou open, And, my mouth, shall declare thy praise.
Ao Awurade, bue mʼano fafa, na mede mʼano bɛpae mu aka wʼayɛyie.
16 For thou wilt not desire sacrifice—that I should give it, Ascending-offering, will not please:
Wompɛ afɔrebɔ, anka mɛbɔ; wʼani nnye ɔhyeɛ afɔdeɛ ho.
17 The sacrifices of God, are a spirit that is broken, —A heart—broken and crushed, O God, thou wilt not despise.
Onyankopɔn afɔdeɛ a ɔpɛ yɛ honhom a abotoɔ. Ao Onyankopɔn, worempo ahonu ne ahobrɛaseɛ akoma.
18 Do good, in thy good-pleasure, unto Zion, Wilt thou build the walls of Jerusalem!
Ao Onyankopɔn, ma Sion nya nkɔsoɔ wɔ wʼanigyeɛ mu; na to Yerusalem afasuo.
19 Then, shalt thou desire the sacrifices of righteousness, Ascending-sacrifice and whole burnt-offering, Then, shall ascend upon thine altar, young bulls.
Afei afɔrebɔ a ɛho teɛ bɛba, ɔhyeɛ afɔdeɛ a ɛdi mu a ɛbɛsɔ wʼani; na wɔde anantwinini bɛbɔ afɔdeɛ wʼafɔrebukyia so. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.
