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 enti ɔto maa Awurade. Ao, Awurade me Onyankopɔn, medwane metoa wo; Gye me firi 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 wɔbɛtete me mu sɛ gyata na wɔatete me mu asinasini a obiara rentumi nnye me.
3 O Yahweh my God, If I have done this, If there hath been perversity in my hands:
Ao, Awurade me Onyankopɔn, sɛ mayɛ yei na sɛ afɔdie aba me so a,
4 If I have requited my friend with wrong, —or have oppressed mine adversary without need,
sɛ mayɛ bɔne atia deɛ ɔne me te yie anaasɛ mabɔ me ɔtamfoɔ korɔno 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)
ɛnneɛ ma mʼatamfoɔ ntaa me na wɔmmɛto me; ma wɔntiatia me so wɔ fam na wɔmma me funu nna mfuturo 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 wʼabufuo mu, Ao Awurade! Sɔre tia mʼatamfoɔ abufuo. Nyane, me Onyankopɔn; hyɛ atɛntenee mmara.
7 When, the assembly of peoples, gather round thee, then, above it—on high, do thou return!
Ma nnipadɔm mmɛtwa wo ho nhyia. Firi soro 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, Ao Awurade sɛdeɛ me teneneeyɛ teɛ, sɛdeɛ me nokorɛdie teɛ, 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.
Ao Onyankopɔn teneneeni, wo a wohwehwɛ adwene ne akoma mu, fa amumuyɛfoɔ basabasayɛ bra awieeɛ na ma ateneneefoɔ nya banbɔ.
10 My shield, is held by God, who is ready to save the upright in heart:
Mʼakokyɛm ne Ɔsorosoro Onyankopɔn deɛ ɔgye akoma mu teneneeni no.
11 A God to vindicate the righteous, —And yet a God to be indignant throughout every day.
Onyankopɔn yɛ ɔtemmufoɔ teneneeni, Onyame a ɔda nʼabufuo 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, ɔbɛse nʼakofena ano; ɔbɛkuntunu 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 ne kɔdiawuo akodeɛ; ayɛ ne bɛmma a ɛrederɛ no krado.
14 Lo! he gendereth trouble, and conceiveth mischief, but giveth birth to a disappointment:
Deɛ ɔnyinsɛn amumuyɛ 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:
Deɛ ɔtu tokuro na ɔyi mu dɔteɛ no hwe tokuro 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 dane bɔ nʼankasa so; ne basabasayɛ bɔ nʼankasa tiri 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 tenenee enti na mato ayɛyi dwom ayi Awurade, Ɔsorosoroni no din ayɛ. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ sɛ wɔnto no “gittit” sankuo nne so.
