Psalms 143
1 The salm of Dauid. Lord, here thou my preier, with eeris perseyue thou my biseching; in thi treuthe here thou me, in thi riytwisnesse.
Dawid dwom. Ao Awurade, tie me mpaeɛbɔ, tie me nkotosrɛ; wɔ wo nokorɛdie ne tenenee mu bra bɛboa me.
2 And entre thou not in to dom with thi seruaunt; for ech man lyuynge schal not be maad iust in thi siyt.
Mfa wʼakoa nkɔ atemmuo mu, na ɔteasefoɔ biara ntene wɔ wʼanim.
3 For the enemy pursuede my soule; he made lowe my lijf in erthe. He hath set me in derk placis, as the deed men of the world,
Ɔtamfoɔ no taa me, ɔbɔ me hwe fam; ɔma me tena esum mu te sɛ wɔn a wɔawuwu dadaada.
4 and my spirit was angwischid on me; myn herte was disturblid in me.
Ɛno enti me honhom atɔ piti wɔ me mu; na mʼakoma aba mu abu wɔ me mu.
5 I was myndeful of elde daies, Y bithouyte in alle thi werkis; Y bithouyte in the dedis of thin hondis.
Mekae tete nna no; medwendwene wo nnwuma ne deɛ wo nsa ayɛ nyinaa ho.
6 I helde forth myn hondis to thee; my soule as erthe with out water to thee.
Mepagya me nsa kyerɛ wo; wo ho sukɔm de me kra sɛ asase wesee.
7 Lord, here thou me swiftli; my spirit failide. Turne thou not a wei thi face fro me; and Y schal be lijk to hem that gon doun in to the lake.
Ao Awurade, gye me so ntɛm; me honhom tɔ piti. Mfa wʼanim nhinta me anyɛ saa a, mɛyɛ sɛ wɔn a wɔkɔ amena mu no.
8 Make thou erli thi merci herd to me; for Y hopide in thee. Make thou knowun to me the weie in which Y schal go; for Y reiside my soule to thee.
Ma mente wʼadɔeɛ a ɛnsa da no ho asɛm daa anɔpa, na mede me ho ato wo so. Kyerɛ me ɛkwan a memfa so, na wo na mema me kra so kyerɛ.
9 Delyuere thou me fro myn enemyes, Lord, Y fledde to thee;
Ao Awurade gye me firi mʼatamfoɔ nsam, na wo mu na mede me ho hinta.
10 teche thou me to do thi wille, for thou art my God. Thi good spirit schal lede me forth in to a riytful lond;
Kyerɛ me na menyɛ wʼapɛdeɛ, na wo ne me Onyankopɔn; ma wo honhom pa no nni me ɛkan wɔ asase tamaa so.
11 Lord, for thi name thou schalt quikene me in thin equite. Thou schalt lede my soule out of tribulacioun;
Ao Awurade, wo din enti, kyɛe me nkwa so; wo tenenee mu, yi me firi ɔhaw mu.
12 and in thi merci thou schalt scatere alle myn enemyes. And thou schalt leese alle them, that troublen my soule; for Y am thi seruaunt.
Wɔ wʼadɔeɛ a ɛnsa da no mu, yi mʼatamfoɔ hɔ; na sɛe wɔn a wɔkyiri me nyinaa, na meyɛ wo ɔsomfoɔ.
