Psalms 10
1 Why standest thou afar off, O LORD? why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble?
Adɛn enti, Ao Awurade, na wogyina akyirikyiri saa? Adɛn enti na wode wo ho ahinta wɔ amanehunu mmerɛ mu yi?
2 The wicked in his pride doth persecute the poor: let them be taken in the devices that they have imagined.
Ɔmumuyɛfoɔ de ahantan taataa mmɔborɔfoɔ, wɔn a mfidie a wɔasunsum yi wɔn.
3 For the wicked boasteth of his heart’s desire, and blesseth the covetous, whom the LORD abhorreth.
Ɔde deɛ nʼakoma hwehwɛ hoahoa ne ho; ɔhyira ɔdifodepɛfoɔ, na ɔyi Awurade ahi.
4 The wicked, through the pride of his countenance, will not seek after God: God is not in all his thoughts.
Ahantan enti, omumuyɛfoɔ nhwehwɛ Awurade; na Onyankopɔn nni ne nsusuiɛ nyinaa mu.
5 His ways are always grievous; thy judgments are far above out of his sight: as for all his enemies, he puffeth at them.
Nʼakwan nyinaa mu, ɔdi yie; ɔma ne ho so, na wo mmara mfa ne ho; na ɔdi nʼatamfoɔ nyinaa ho fɛw.
6 He hath said in his heart, I shall not be moved: for I shall never be in adversity.
Ɔka kyerɛ ne ho sɛ: “Biribiara mma me nhinhim; mʼani bɛgye daa, na merenkɔ amanehunu mu da.”
7 His mouth is full of cursing and deceit and fraud: under his tongue is mischief and vanity.
Nnome, atorɔ ne ahunahuna ahyɛ nʼanom ma; Ɔhaw ne mmusuo hyɛ ne tɛkrɛma ase.
8 He sitteth in the lurking places of the villages: in the secret places doth he murder the innocent: his eyes are secretly set against the poor.
Ɔtɛ wɔ nkuraase; ɔfiri atɛeɛ kum deɛ ɔnnim hwee, na ɔhwɛ wɔn a ɔrepɛ wɔn akum wɔn.
9 He lieth in wait secretly as a lion in his den: he lieth in wait to catch the poor: he doth catch the poor, when he draweth him into his net.
Ɔte sɛ gyata a wahinta; ɔtɛ sɛ ɔbɛkyere mmɔborɔni; ɔkyere wɔn twe wɔn ase de wɔn kɔ ne bɔn mu.
10 He croucheth, and humbleth himself, that the poor may fall by his strong ones.
Ɔdwerɛ wɔn a ɔkyere wɔn no ma wɔtɔ baha; na ɔde nʼahoɔden ka wɔn hyɛ.
11 He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten: he hideth his face; he will never see it.
Ɔka kyerɛ ne ho sɛ, “Onyankopɔn werɛ afi; wayi nʼani afiri so na ɔnhunu.”
12 Arise, O LORD; O God, lift up thy hand: forget not the humble.
Sɔre, Awurade! Ma wo nsa so, Ao Onyankopɔn. Mma wo werɛ mfiri wɔn a wɔnni aboafoɔ.
13 Why doth the wicked despise God? he hath said in his heart, Thou wilt not require it.
Adɛn enti na omumuyɛfoɔ yi Onyankopɔn ahi? Adɛn enti na ɔka kyerɛ ne ho sɛ, “Ɔremfrɛ me akontabuo so?”
14 Thou hast seen it; for thou beholdest mischief and spite, to repay it with thy hand: the poor committeth himself to thee; thou art the helper of the fatherless.
Nanso wo, Ao Onyankopɔn, wohunu amanehunu ne ɔhaw; na wayɛ wʼadwene sɛ wobɛhwɛ. Mmɔborɔni de ne ho ma wo; wo na woyɛ awisiaa ɔboafoɔ.
15 Break thou the arm of the wicked and the evil man: seek out his wickedness till thou shalt find none.
Bubu omumuyɛfoɔ ne ɔbɔnefoɔ aprɛ; frɛ no na ɔmmɛbu nʼamumuyɛ ho nkontaa, amumuyɛ a anka wɔrenhunu no.
16 The LORD is King for ever and ever: the heathen have perished out of his land.
Awurade yɛ ɔhene daa nyinaa; amanaman no bɛyera nʼasase so.
17 LORD, thou hast heard the desire of the humble: thou wilt prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thy ear to hear:
Ao Awurade, wotie awiɛmfoɔ adesrɛ; wohyɛ wɔn nkuran, na wotie wɔn sufrɛ,
18 To judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that the man of the earth may no more oppress.
na wodi ma awisiaa ne deɛ wɔhyɛ ne soɔ sɛdeɛ ɛbɛyɛ a ɔdasani a ɔfiri asase so renhunahuna obiara bio. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.
