Psalms 56
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Silent Dove in Distant Lands.” A poem by David, when the Philistines seized him in Gath. Be merciful to me, God, for man wants to swallow me up. All day long, he attacks and oppresses me.
Dawid dwom a ɔtoeɛ ɛberɛ a Filistifoɔ kyeree no wɔ Gat no. Ao Onyankopɔn, hunu me mmɔbɔ na nnipa taa me anibereɛ so; da mu nyinaa, wɔmia mmirika a wɔtu wɔtaa me no mu.
2 My enemies want to swallow me up all day long, for they are many who fight proudly against me.
Wɔn a wɔbɔ me ahohora taa me da mu nyinaa; wɔn a wɔma wɔn ho so tia me dɔɔso.
3 When I am afraid, I will put my trust in you.
Sɛ mebɔ hu a, mede me ho bɛto wo so.
4 In God, I praise his word. In God, I put my trust. I will not be afraid. What can flesh do to me?
Onyankopɔn a mekamfo nʼasɛm no, mede me ho to Onyankopɔn so, na merensuro. Ɛdeɛn na onipa dasani bɛtumi ayɛ me?
5 All day long they twist my words. All their thoughts are against me for evil.
Ɛda mu nyinaa wɔgye mʼano si bɔne; ɛberɛ biara wɔbɔ pɔ sɛ wɔbɛteetee me.
6 They conspire and lurk, watching my steps. They are eager to take my life.
Wɔbɔ pɔ, na wɔtetɛ, wɔhwɛ mʼanammɔntuo, na wɔpere sɛ wɔbɛkum me.
7 Shall they escape by iniquity? In anger cast down the peoples, God.
Ɛkwan biara so, mma wɔmfa wɔn ho nni; Ao Onyankopɔn, brɛ amanaman no ase wɔ wʼabufuo mu.
8 You count my wanderings. You put my tears into your container. Aren’t they in your book?
Twerɛ me kwadwom to hɔ; sese me nisuo wɔ wo nwoma mmobɔeɛ no mu. Ɛnni deɛ woatwerɛ ato hɔ no mu anaa?
9 Then my enemies shall turn back in the day that I call. I know this: that God is for me.
Sɛ mepɛ mmoa firi wo hɔ a, mʼatamfoɔ bɛsane wɔn akyi. Yei bɛma mahunu sɛ Onyankopɔn wɔ mʼafa.
10 In God, I will praise his word. In the LORD, I will praise his word.
Onyankopɔn a mekamfo nʼasɛm no, Awurade a mekamfo nʼasɛm no,
11 I have put my trust in God. I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?
mede me ho to Onyankopɔn so; na merensuro. Ɛdeɛn na ɔdasani bɛtumi ayɛ me?
12 Your vows are on me, God. I will give thank offerings to you.
Ao Onyankopɔn, mehyɛ ɛbɔ a mahyɛ wo no ase, mede mʼaseda afɔdeɛ bɛbrɛ wo.
13 For you have delivered my soul from death, and prevented my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living.
Ɛfiri sɛ, woagye me afiri owuo mu, woamma me nan ansunti, sɛdeɛ mɛtumi anante Onyankopɔn anim wɔ nkwa hann mu. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ no. Wɔto no sɛdeɛ wɔto “Mma Wɔnsɛe No.”
