Psalms 7
1 Ode of David: which he sang unto Yahweh, on account of the words of Cush the Benjamite. O Yahweh my God, in thee, have I sought refuge, —Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me:
Dawid adesrɛ dwom a Benyaminni Kus nsɛm nti ɔto maa Awurade. Awurade me Nyankopɔn, miguan toa wo; Gye me fi wɔn a wɔtaa me nyinaa nsam,
2 Lest one tear, as a lion, my soul, —and there be no deliverer to rescue.
anyɛ saa a wɔbɛtetew me mu sɛ gyata na wɔatetew me mu asinasin a obiara rentumi nnye me.
3 O Yahweh my God, If I have done this, If there hath been perversity in my hands:
Awurade me Nyankopɔn, sɛ mayɛ eyi na sɛ afɔdi aba me so a,
4 If I have requited my friend with wrong, —or have oppressed mine adversary without need,
sɛ mayɛ bɔne atia nea ɔne me te yiye, anaasɛ mabɔ me tamfo korɔn kwa a,
5 Let an enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it, that he may tread down, to the earth, my life, —and, mine honour—in the dust, he may cause to dwell. (Selah)
ɛno de ma mʼatamfo ntaa me na wɔmmɛto me; ma wontiatia me so wɔ fam, na wɔmma me funu nna mfutuma mu.
6 Rise! Yahweh! in thine anger, Lift thyself up, because of the haughty outbursts of mine adversaries, Stir up for me the justice thou hast commanded:
Sɔre wɔ wʼabufuw mu, Awurade! Sɔre tia mʼatamfo abufuw. Nyan, me Nyankopɔn; hyɛ atɛntrenee mmara.
7 When, the assembly of peoples, gather round thee, then, above it—on high, do thou return!
Ma nnipadɔm mmetwa wo ho nhyia. Fi ɔsoro hɔ di wɔn so;
8 Yahweh, will judge the peoples, —Do me justice, O Yahweh, according to my righteousness, and according to mine integrity upon me,
ma Awurade mmu nnipa no atɛn. Bu me atɛn, Awurade sɛnea me trenee te, sɛnea me nokwaredi te, Ao, Ɔsorosoroni.
9 Let the wrong of the lawless, I pray thee, come to an end, and establish thou him that is righteous, —for, a trier of hearts and reins, is God the righteous one.
Onyankopɔn treneeni, wo a wohwehwɛ adwene ne koma mu, fa amumɔyɛfo basabasayɛ bra awiei na ma atreneefo nnya bammɔ.
10 My shield, is held by God, who is ready to save the upright in heart:
Me nkatabo ne Ɔsorosoro Nyankopɔn nea ogye koma mu treneeni no.
11 A God to vindicate the righteous, —And yet a God to be indignant throughout every day.
Onyankopɔn yɛ otemmufo treneeni, Onyame a ɔda nʼabufuwhyew adi da biara.
12 If he turn not, his sword, will he whet, —his bow, hath he bent, and made ready:
Sɛ wansesa nʼadwene a, ɔbɛsew nʼafoa ano; obekuntun ne tadua na ɔde bɛmma ahyɛ mu.
13 But, for himself, hath he made ready the weapons so deadly, His arrows, he, so fiery, would make:
Wasiesie nʼakode a ɛyɛ hu; ayɛ ne bɛmma a ɛredɛw no krado.
14 Lo! he gendereth trouble, and conceiveth mischief, but giveth birth to a disappointment:
Nea onyinsɛn amumɔyɛ na basabasayɛ ahyɛ no ma no, ɔwo nnaadaa.
15 A pit, he cut out, and digged it, and then fell into the ditch he had made:
Nea otu tokuru, na oyi mu dɔte no hwe tokuru a watu no mu.
16 His mischief, turneth back, on his own head, —and, on his own crown, his violence, descendeth.
Ɔhaw a ɔde ba no dan bɔ nʼankasa so; ne basabasayɛ bɔ nʼankasa ti so.
17 I will praise Yahweh according to his righteousness, —and will praise in song the Name of Yahweh Most High.
Mede aseda bɛma Awurade, ne trenee nti, na mato ayeyi dwom ayi Awurade, Ɔsorosoroni no din ayɛ.
