Psalms 6

1 To the Chief Musician, with stringed Instruments upon the eighth. A Melody of David. O Yahweh! do not, in thine anger, correct me, nor, in thy wrath, chastise me.

Dawid dwom. Awurade nka mʼanim wɔ wʼabufuw mu, na ntwe mʼaso nso wɔ wʼabufuwhyew mu.

2 Show me favour, O Yahweh, for languishing am I: Heal me, O Yahweh, —for dismayed are my bones:

Hu me mmɔbɔ, Awurade, efisɛ meyɛ mmrɛw; Awurade sa me yare na me nnompe wɔ ahoyeraw mu.

3 Yea, my soul, is dismayed greatly, Thou, then, O Yahweh—how long?

Me kra wɔ ahohia mu. Enkosi da bɛn, Ao Awurade, enkosi da bɛn?

4 Return, O Yahweh, deliver my soul, Save me, for the sake of thy lovingkindness;

San bra, Awurade, na begye me nkwa; gye me, wo dɔ a enni nhuammɔ no nti.

5 For, in death, is no remembrance of thee, —In hades, who shall give thanks unto thee? (Sheol h7585)

Obi a wawu no renkae wo da, hena na ofi ɔda mu kamfo wo? (Sheol h7585)

6 I am weary with my sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch, —With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve:

Apinisi ama mayɛ mmerɛw. Anadwo mu nyinaa mede agyaadwotwa fɔw me mpa, na me nusu fɔw me sumii.

7 My face, is all sunken with sorrow, —it hath aged, because of all mine adversaries.

Awerɛhow ama mʼani so ayɛ me kusuu. Ɛredum; mʼatamfo nyinaa nti.

8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity, for Yahweh hath heard the voice of my weeping:

Mo nnebɔneyɛfo, montwe mo ho mfi me ho! efisɛ Awurade ate me sufrɛ.

9 Yahweh, hath heard my supplication, Yahweh, will receive, my prayer.

Awurade ate me mmɔborɔsu; Awurade tie me sufrɛ.

10 Let all my foes, turn pale and be greatly dismayed, Again let them turn pale in a moment.

Mʼatamfo nyinaa anim begu ase na wɔn ho adwiriw wɔn; na wɔapatuw de fɛre asan wɔn akyi.