Psalms 58

1 To the Chief Musician. "Do not Destroy." A precious Psalm, of David. Are ye, indeed, silent [when] righteousness, ye should speak? When, with equity, ye should judge, O ye sons of men?

Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔto no sɛnea wɔto “Mma Wɔnnsɛe No” sanku nne so. Dawid “miktam” dwom. So mo asodifo, ampa ara sɛ, moka asɛm a ɛteɛ ana? Mubu atɛntrenee wɔ nnipa mu ana?

2 Aye! ye all do work, perversity, —Throughout the land, your hands, weigh out, violence!

Dabi da! Modwene ntɛnkyew wɔ mo koma mu na mo nsa de akakabensɛm ba asase so.

3 Lawless men have been estranged from birth, They have gone astray from their nativity, speaking falsehood;

Amumɔyɛfo fom kwan fi awo mu; wɔyɛ mmaratofo fi awotwaa mu na wodi atoro.

4 Their poison, is like unto the poison of a serpent, Like the deaf adder, that stoppeth his ear;

Wɔn ano bɔre te sɛ ɔwɔ de, ɛte sɛ ɔprammiri a wawɛn nʼaso,

5 That will not hearken to the voice of whisperers, Though the wise one try to bind him with spells.

a ɔnte ntafowayifo dwom, na ne dwom dɛdɛ no mpo mfa ne ho.

6 O God! break away their teeth in their mouth, The biters of the young lions, knock thou out, O Yahweh!

Ao Onyankopɔn, bubu ɛse a egu wɔn anom, Awurade, tutu gyata no sebɔmmɔfo no gu!

7 Let such men flow away like waters that disperse themselves: He prepareth his arrow, Like [grass] let them be cut down:

Ma wontwa mu nkɔ sɛ sunsuan; sɛ wɔtwe wɔn agyan a, ma wɔn bɛmma no ano nwu.

8 Like a snail, which melteth away as it goeth, An untimely birth of a woman, which hath not seen the sun:

Ma wɔnyɛ sɛ nwaw horɔdɔhorɔdɔ bi a ɔrenan agu wɔ bere a ɔretene no. Ma wɔnyɛ sɛ ɔba a owu wɔ awoe a onhu owia koraa.

9 Before your kettles can perceive the [kindled] bramble, Be he green or be he withered, he shall be swept away.

Ansa na mo nkuku bɛte nsɔe ano yaw, sɛ ɛyɛ amono anaa awo no, wɔbɛpra amumɔyɛfo akɔ.

10 The righteous man will rejoice when he hath seen an avenging, His feet, will he bathe in the blood of the lawless one: —

Sɛ wɔtɔ were ma atreneefo a wɔn ani begye, na wɔbɛhohoro wɔn anan ho wɔ amumɔyɛfo mogya mu.

11 So that a son of earth may say—Surely there is fruit for the righteous man! Surely there are gods who judge in the earth!

Afei nnipa bɛka se, “Ampa ara atreneefo kɔ so nya wɔn akatua; na ampa ara Onyankopɔn bi wɔ hɔ a obu wiase atɛn.”