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 sɛdeɛ wɔto “Mma Ɛnsɛe No” sankuo nne so. Dawid “miktam” dwom. Ɔtoo no ɛberɛ a Saulo soma kɔwɛn Dawid fie sɛ wɔbɛkum no. Ao Onyankopɔn, gye me firi mʼatamfoɔ nsam; bɔ me ho ban firi wɔn a wɔtaa me so no ho.
2 Deliver me from the workers of iniquity. Save me from the bloodthirsty men.
Gye me firi amumuyɛfoɔ nsam. Gye me nkwa firi mogyapɛfoɔ 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, LORD.
Hwɛ sɛdeɛ wɔatɛ repɛ me akum me akokobirefoɔ bɔ pɔ bɔne tia me a ɛnyɛ mfomsoɔ anaa bɔne bi a mayɛ enti, Ao Awurade.
4 I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. Rise up, behold, and help me!
Menyɛɛ mfomsoɔ bi, nanso wɔayɛ krado sɛ wɔbɛto ahyɛ me so. Sɔre bɛgye me; hwɛ mʼamanehunu!
5 You, LORD God of Hosts, the God of Israel, rouse yourself to punish the nations. Show no mercy to the wicked traitors. (Selah)
Ao Asafo Awurade Onyankopɔn, Israel Onyankopɔn, ma wo ho so na twe amanaman no nyinaa aso; nhunu amumuyɛfoɔ nkontompofoɔ no mmɔbɔ.
6 They return at evening, howling like dogs, and prowl around the city.
Wɔsane ba anwummerɛ, wɔpɔ so sɛ nkraman, na wɔkyinkyin kuropɔn no mu.
7 Behold, they spew with their mouth. Swords are in their lips, “For”, they say, “who hears us?”
Hwɛ deɛ wɔfe firi wɔn anomu, wɔfe akofena firi wɔn anomu na wɔka sɛ: “Hwan na ɔteɛ”?
8 But you, LORD, laugh at them. You scoff at all the nations.
Nanso, wo Awurade, wosere wɔn; wodi saa aman no nyinaa ho fɛw.
9 Oh, my Strength, I watch for you, for God is my high tower.
Ao mʼAhoɔden, mehwɛ wo; wo, Ao Onyankopɔn ne mʼabankɛseɛ,
10 My God will go before me with his loving kindness. God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.
me Onyankopɔn a ɔyɛ ɔdɔ. Onyankopɔn bɛdi mʼanim na ɔbɛma mahwɛ wɔn a wɔbɔ me ahohora no haa.
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, Ao Awurade yɛn akokyɛm, na me nkurɔfoɔ werɛ amfiri wɔn. Wo tumi mu no ma wɔnnantenante, 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 ɛfiri wɔn anomu, ne wɔn ano nsɛm enti ma wɔn ahomasoɔ nkyekyere wɔn. Abususɛm a wɔka ne atorɔ a wɔtwa enti,
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 abufuhyeɛ mu, kɔsi sɛ wɔn ase bɛtɔre. Afei ɛbɛma asase so afanan nyinaa ahunu sɛ Onyankopɔn di Yakob so.
14 At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.
Wɔsane ba anwummerɛ, wɔpɔ so sɛ nkraman na wɔkyinkyin kuropɔn no mu.
15 They shall wander up and down for food, and wait all night if they aren’t satisfied.
Wɔkyinkyini pɛ aduane na sɛ wɔammee a, wɔsu bobom.
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 wʼadɔeɛ ho dwom anɔpa; ɛfiri sɛ woyɛ mʼabankɛseɛ, mʼahintaeɛ wɔ ahohia mmerɛ mu.
17 To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy.
Ao mʼAhoɔden, mɛto ayɛyi dwom ama wo; wo, Ao Onyankopɔn, ne mʼabankɛseɛ, me Onyankopɔn a ɔyɛ ɔdɔ. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ. Wɔto no sɛdeɛ wɔto “Susan Edut.”
