Psalms 11

1 For the Chief Musician. By David. In Yahweh, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain”?

Dawid dwom. Awurade mu na mede me werɛ ahyɛ. Adɛn na wutumi ka kyerɛ me se, “Tu te sɛ anomaa kɔ wo bepɔw so.

2 For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

Na hwɛ, amumɔyɛfo akuntun wɔn ta mu, na wɔde wɔn mmɛmma asisi ahama so sɛ wɔbɛtow wɔ sum mu de awɔ koma mu ahotefo.

3 If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?

Sɛ wɔresɛe fapem no a, dɛn na ɔtreneeni betumi ayɛ?”

4 Yahweh is in his holy temple. Yahweh is on his throne in heaven. His eyes observe. His eyes examine the children of men.

Awurade wɔ nʼasɔredan kronkron no mu; Awurade te ne soro ahengua so. Ɔhwɛ nnipa mma, nʼani hwehwɛ wɔn mu.

5 Yahweh examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence.

Awurade hwehwɛ ɔtreneeni mu, na amumɔyɛfo ne wɔn a wɔpɛ basabasayɛ de, ne kra kyi wɔn.

6 On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup.

Ɔbɛtɔ ogyatannaa ne sufre a ɛredɛw agu amumɔyɛfo so; na mframa a mu yɛ hyew bɛyɛ wɔn kyɛfa.

7 For Yahweh is righteous. He loves righteousness. The upright shall see his face.

Awurade yɛ ɔtreneeni, na ɔpɛ atɛntrenee; wɔn a wɔteɛ no behu nʼanim. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo se wɔnto no wɔ “Seminit” sanku nne so.