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.

Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo sɛ ɔmfa sankuhama nto wɔ Seminit nne so. 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.