Psalms 3
1 A psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Yahweh, how many are my enemies! Many have risen against me.
Dawid dwom a ɔtoe bere a ɔreguan afi ne babarima Absalom anim. Awurade, hwɛ sɛnea mʼatamfo dɔɔso fa! dodow no ara na wɔsɔre tia me!
2 Many say about me, “There is no help for him from God.” (Selah)
Bebree no ara ka fa me ho se, “Onyankopɔn rennye no.”
3 But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
Nanso wo, Awurade, woyɛ nkatabo a atwa me ho ahyia mʼanuonyam, nea Ɔpagyaw me ti.
4 I lift up my voice to Yahweh, and he answers me from his holy hill. (Selah)
Meteɛ mu su frɛ Awurade, na ogye me so fi ne bepɔw kronkron no so.
5 I lay down and slept; I awoke, for Yahweh protected me.
Metɔ hɔ na meda a, minyan bio, efisɛ Awurade ma migyina.
6 I will not be afraid of the multitudes of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
Merensuro atamfo mpem mpem a wɔatwa me ho ahyia no.
7 Rise up, Yahweh! Save me, my God! For you will hit all my enemies on the jaw; you will break the teeth of the wicked.
Sɔre, Awurade! Gye me, me Nyankopɔn! Bobɔ mʼatamfo nyinaa abogye; na tutu amumɔyɛfo se.
8 Salvation comes from Yahweh. May your blessings be on your people. (Selah)
Awurade hɔ na ogye fi ba. Ma wo nhyira mmra wo nkurɔfo so. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔto wɔ sankuhama so.
