Psalms 59
1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A poem by David, when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him. Deliver me from my enemies, my God. Set me on high from those who rise up against me.
Wɔto no sɛnea wɔto “Nsɛe No” sanku nne so. Dawid “miktam” dwom. Ɔtoo no bere a Saulo soma kɔwɛn Dawid fi sɛ wonkokum no no. Ao, Onyankopɔn, gye me fi mʼatamfo nsam; bɔ me ho ban fi wɔn a wɔtaa me no ho.
2 Deliver me from the workers of iniquity. Save me from the bloodthirsty men.
Gye me fi amumɔyɛfo nsam. Gye me nkwa fi mogyapɛfo nsam.
3 For, behold, they lie in wait for my soul. The mighty gather themselves together against me, not for my disobedience, nor for my sin, Yahweh.
Hwɛ sɛnea wɔatɛw rehwehwɛ me akum me! Nnipa a wɔn ho yɛ hu bɔ pɔw bɔne tia me a emfi me mfomso anaa bɔne bi, Awurade.
4 I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. Rise up, behold, and help me!
Menyɛɛ mfomso bi, nanso wɔayɛ krado sɛ wɔbɛtow ahyɛ me so. Sɔre begye me; hwɛ mʼamanehunu!
5 You, Yahweh God of Armies, the God of Israel, rouse yourself to punish the nations. Show no mercy to the wicked traitors. (Selah)
Wo, Awurade Nyankopɔn, Israel Nyankopɔn, ma wo ho so na twe amanaman no nyinaa aso; nhu amumɔyɛfo nkontompofo no mmɔbɔ.
6 They return at evening, howling like dogs, and prowl around the city.
Wɔsan ba anwummere, wɔbobɔ mu sɛ akraman, na wokyinkyin kuropɔn no mu.
7 Behold, they spew with their mouth. Swords are in their lips, “For”, they say, “who hears us?”
Hwɛ nea wɔfe fi wɔn anom, wɔn anofafa mu nsɛm ano yɛ nnam sɛ mfoa, na wosusuw se: “Hena na ɔbɛte yɛn nka?”
8 But you, Yahweh, laugh at them. You scoff at all the nations.
Nanso wo Awurade, woserew wɔn; wudi saa aman no nyinaa ho fɛw.
9 Oh, my Strength, I watch for you, for God is my high tower.
Wone mʼAhoɔden, mehwɛ wo kwan; wo, Onyankopɔn, ne mʼabandennen,
10 My God will go before me with his loving kindness. God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.
me Nyankopɔn a metumi atweri no. Onyankopɔn bedi mʼanim na ɔbɛma mahwɛ wɔn a wɔbɔ me ahohora no haw.
11 Don’t kill them, or my people may forget. Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, Lord our shield.
Nanso nkum wɔn, Awurade, yɛn nkatabo, na me nkurɔfo werɛ amfi wɔn. Wo tumi mu no tutu wɔn ase, na brɛ wɔn ase.
12 For the sin of their mouth, and the words of their lips, let them be caught in their pride, for the curses and lies which they utter.
Bɔne a efi wɔn anom, ne wɔn ano nsɛm nti ma wɔn ahomaso nkyekyere wɔn. Abususɛm a wɔka ne atoro a wotwa nti,
13 Consume them in wrath. Consume them, and they will be no more. Let them know that God rules in Jacob, to the ends of the earth. (Selah)
sɛe wɔn wɔ abufuwhyew mu, kosi sɛ wɔn ase bɛtɔre. Afei ɛbɛma asase so mmaa nyinaa ahu sɛ Onyankopɔn di Yakob so.
14 At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.
Wɔsan ba anwummere, wɔbobɔ mu sɛ akraman, na wokyinkyin kuropɔn no mu.
15 They shall wander up and down for food, and wait all night if they aren’t satisfied.
Wokyinkyin pɛ aduan na sɛ wɔammee a, wosu bobɔ mu.
16 But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your loving kindness in the morning. For you have been my high tower, a refuge in the day of my distress.
Nanso mɛto wʼahoɔden ho dwom, mɛto wʼadɔe ho dwom anɔpa; efisɛ woyɛ mʼabandennen, me guankɔbea wɔ ahohia mmere mu.
17 To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy.
Ao mʼAhoɔden, mɛto ayeyi dwom ama wo; wo, Onyankopɔn, ne mʼabandennen, me Nyankopɔn a ɔyɛ ɔdɔ. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔto no sɛnea wɔto “Susan Edut.”
