Psalms 109
1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. God of my praise, don’t remain silent,
Dawid dwom. Ao Onyankopɔn a mekamfo woɔ, mmua wʼano,
2 for they have opened the mouth of the wicked and the mouth of deceit against me. They have spoken to me with a lying tongue.
na amumuyɛfoɔ ne nkontompofoɔ atu wɔn ano agu me so; wɔde atorɔ tɛkrɛma akasa atia me.
3 They have also surrounded me with words of hatred, and fought against me without a cause.
Wɔde nitansɛm atwa me ho ahyia na wɔto hyɛ me so a menkaa wɔn.
4 In return for my love, they are my adversaries; but I am in prayer.
Wɔka nsɛm to me so de tua me nnamfoyɛ so ka, nanso meyɛ obi a ɔpɛ mpaeɛbɔ.
5 They have rewarded me evil for good, and hatred for my love.
Wɔde bɔne tua me papayɛ so ka, na wɔde ɔtan tua me nnamfoyɛ so ka.
6 Set a wicked man over him. Let an adversary stand at his right hand.
Ma onipa bɔne bi nsɔre ntia no; na Satan nnyina ne nsa nifa so.
7 When he is judged, let him come out guilty. Let his prayer be turned into sin.
Wɔdi nʼasɛm a, ma ɔnni fɔ, na ne mpaeɛbɔ mmu no kumfɔ.
8 Let his days be few. Let another take his office.
Ma ne nkwa nna nyɛ kakraa bi; na ɔfoforɔ nsi nʼanan mu sɛ ɔkandifoɔ.
9 Let his children be fatherless, and his wife a widow.
Ma ne mma nyɛ nwisiaa na ne yere nyɛ okunafoɔ.
10 Let his children be wandering beggars. Let them be sought from their ruins.
Ma ne mma nkyinkyini nsrɛsrɛ adeɛ; ma wɔmpam wɔn mfiri wɔn afie a abubuo no mu.
11 Let the creditor seize all that he has. Let strangers plunder the fruit of his labor.
Ma ɔdefirifoɔ bi mfa deɛ ɔwɔ nyinaa; na amanfrafoɔ mfom nʼadwuma so aba.
12 Let there be no one to extend kindness to him, neither let there be anyone to have pity on his fatherless children.
Mma obiara nhunu no mmɔbɔ Mma obiara nhunu ne nwisiaa nso mmɔbɔ.
13 Let his posterity be cut off. In the generation following let their name be blotted out.
Ma nʼase nhye, na wɔn din nyera wɔ awoɔ ntoatoasoɔ a ɛreba no mu.
14 Let the iniquity of his fathers be remembered by Yahweh. Don’t let the sin of his mother be blotted out.
Ma wɔnkae nʼagyanom nnebɔne wɔ Awurade anim; na ne maame bɔne no ntena hɔ daa.
15 Let them be before Yahweh continually, that he may cut off their memory from the earth;
Wɔn bɔne nyinaa nka Awurade anim, na wɔankae wɔn bio wɔ asase so.
16 because he didn’t remember to show kindness, but persecuted the poor and needy man, the broken in heart, to kill them.
Ɛfiri sɛ wannwene da sɛ ɔbɛyɛ adɔeɛ, na mmom ɔtaa ahiafoɔ mmɔborɔfoɔ ne wɔn a wɔn werɛ ahoɔ de kɔɔ owuo mu.
17 Yes, he loved cursing, and it came to him. He didn’t delight in blessing, and it was far from him.
Nʼani gyee sɛ ɔbɛdome enti nnome mmra ne so; wampɛ sɛ ɔbɛhyira enti nhyira mmɔ no.
18 He clothed himself also with cursing as with his garment. It came into his inward parts like water, like oil into his bones.
Ɔhyɛɛ nnome sɛ atadeɛ; ɛnonom kɔɔ ne onipadua mu sɛ nsuo, ne ne nnompe mu sɛ ngo.
19 Let it be to him as the clothing with which he covers himself, for the belt that is always around him.
Ma ɛnyɛ sɛ atadeɛ a ɛkyekyere ne ho, ne abɔsoɔ a ɛbɔ no daa.
20 This is the reward of my adversaries from Yahweh, of those who speak evil against my soul.
Ma yei nyɛ Awurade akatua a ɔde ma me kwaadubɔfoɔ, wɔn a wɔka nsɛmmɔne fa me ho no.
21 But deal with me, Yahweh the Lord, for your name’s sake, because your loving kindness is good, deliver me;
Nanso, wo Ao Asafo Awurade, wo din enti, wo ne me nni no yie; firi wʼadɔeɛ mu gye me.
22 for I am poor and needy. My heart is wounded within me.
Ɛfiri sɛ meyɛ ohiani ne deɛ onnibie, na mʼakoma atɔ baha wɔ me mu.
23 I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.
Metwam sɛ anwummerɛ sunsumma; wɔwoso me kyene sɛ ntutummɛ.
24 My knees are weak through fasting. My body is thin and lacks fat.
Abuadadie ama me kotodwe mu agogo; mafɔn na ama aka me nnompe.
25 I have also become a reproach to them. When they see me, they shake their head.
Mayɛ aseredeɛ ama wɔn a wɔbɔ me soboɔ; sɛ wohunu me a, wɔwoso wɔn ti.
26 Help me, Yahweh, my God. Save me according to your loving kindness;
Boa me, Ao Awurade me Onyankopɔn; gye me sɛdeɛ wʼadɔeɛ teɛ.
27 that they may know that this is your hand; that you, Yahweh, have done it.
Ma wɔnhunu sɛ ɛyɛ wo nsa, na wo na woayɛ, Ao Awurade.
28 They may curse, but you bless. When they arise, they will be shamed, but your servant shall rejoice.
Wɔbɛdome, nanso wobɛhyira; sɛ wɔto hyɛ me so a, wɔn anim bɛgu ase, nanso wo ɔsomfoɔ ani bɛgye.
29 Let my adversaries be clothed with dishonor. Let them cover themselves with their own shame as with a robe.
Animguaseɛ bɛdura mʼatamfoɔ ho; na akyekyere wɔn ho sɛ atadeɛ.
30 I will give great thanks to Yahweh with my mouth. Yes, I will praise him among the multitude.
Mede mʼano bɛma Awurade so ayɛ no kɛseɛ; mɛkamfo no wɔ nnipadɔm mu.
31 For he will stand at the right hand of the needy, to save him from those who judge his soul.
Ɛfiri sɛ, ɔgyina onnibie nsa nifa so sɛ ɔbɛgye no nkwa afiri wɔn a wɔbu no kumfɔ nsam.
