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. Ao, Awurade nka mʼanim wɔ wʼabofuo mu, na ntwe mʼaso nso wɔ wʼabufuhyeɛ mu.

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

Hu me mmɔbɔ, Awurade, ɛfiri sɛ meyɛ mmrɛ; Ao Awurade sa me yadeɛ na me nnompe wɔ ahoyera mu.

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

Me kra wɔ ahohia mu. Ɛnkɔsi da bɛn, Ao Awurade, ɛnkɔsi da bɛn?

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

Sane bra, Ao Awurade, na bɛgye me nkwa; gye me, wo dɔ a ɛnni hwammɔ no enti.

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

Obi a wawuo no renkae wo da, hwan na ɔfiri damena mu kamfo woɔ? (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:

Apinisie ama mayɛ mmerɛ. Anadwo mu nyinaa mede agyaadwotwa fɔ me mpa na me nisuo fɔ me sumiiɛ.

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

Awerɛhoɔ ama mʼani so ayɛ me kusuu. Ɛredum mʼatamfoɔ nyinaa enti.

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

Mo nnebɔneyɛfoɔ, montwe mo ho mfiri me ho, ɛfiri sɛ Awurade ate me sufrɛ.

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

Awurade ate me mmɔborɔ su; Awurade tie me sufrɛ.

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

Mʼatamfoɔ nyinaa anim bɛgu ase na wɔn ho adwiri wɔn; na wɔapatu de fɛreɛ asane wɔn akyi.