Psalms 64
1 For the chief musician. A psalm of David. Hear my voice, God, listen to my complaint; preserve my life from fear of my enemies.
Dawid dwom. Me Nyankopɔn, tie me, bere a mereka me haw; bɔ me kra ho ban fi ɔtamfo ahunahuna ho.
2 Hide me from the secret plotting of evildoers, from the commotion of the doers of iniquity.
Fa me sie fi amumɔyɛfo agyinatu ho, ne nnebɔneyɛfo pɔwbɔ ho.
3 They have sharpened their tongues like swords; they have aimed their arrows, bitter words,
Wɔsew wɔn tɛkrɛma sɛ afoa na wɔde atirimɔden nsɛm sɔn sɛ mmɛmma werɛmfo.
4 so that they may shoot from secret places at someone who is innocent; suddenly they shoot at him and fear nothing.
Wofi ahintawee mu, tow bɔ onipa a ne ho nni asɛm; wɔtow bɔ no mpofirim a wonsuro.
5 They encourage themselves in an evil plan; they consult privately together in order to set traps; they say, “Who will see us?”
Wɔhyehyɛ wɔn ho wɔn ho nkuran wɔ wɔn amumɔyɛ nhyehyɛe ho, wɔka sɛnea wobesum wɔn mfiri asie; wɔka se, “Hena na obehu yɛn?”
6 They invent sinful plans; “We have finished,” they say, “a careful plan.” The inner thoughts and hearts of man are deep.
Wɔbɔ ntɛnkyew ho pɔw na wɔka se, “Yɛayɛ nhyehyɛe a ɛso nni koraa!” Ampa ara onipa koma ne nʼadwene yɛ anifere.
7 But God will shoot them; suddenly they will be wounded with his arrows.
Nanso Onyankopɔn bɛto bɛmma abɔ wɔn; na wɔbɛhwe fam prɛko pɛ.
8 They will be made to stumble, since their own tongues are against them; all who see them will wag their heads.
Ɔbɛdan wɔn ankasa tɛkrɛma atia wɔn na ɔde wɔn aba ɔsɛe mu; na wɔn a wobehu wɔn nyinaa de animka bɛbɔ wɔn ti nko.
9 All people will fear and will declare God's deeds. They will wisely think about what he has done.
Adesamma nyinaa besuro; wɔbɛpae mu aka Onyankopɔn nnwuma na wɔasusuw nea wayɛ ho.
10 The righteous will be glad about Yahweh and will take refuge in him; all the upright in heart will take pride in him.
Ma atreneefo nni ahurusi wɔ Awurade mu na wɔmpɛ guankɔbea wɔ no mu; ma wɔn a wɔn koma mu tew nyinaa nyi no ayɛ! Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo.
