Psalms 17
1 A Prayer of David. Hear, O Jehovah, righteousness, attend my cry, Give ear [to] my prayer, without lips of deceit.
Dawid Mpaeɛbɔ. Ao, Awurade tie me tenenee abisadeɛ; tie me sufrɛ. Yɛ aso ma me mpaeɛbɔ deɛ ɛmfiri nnaadaa anofafa mu.
2 From before thee my judgment doth go out; Thine eyes do see uprightly.
Ma me bembuo a ɛfiri wo hɔ. Ma wʼani nhunu deɛ ɛyɛ pɛ.
3 Thou hast proved my heart, Thou hast inspected by night, Thou hast tried me, Thou findest nothing; My thoughts pass not over my mouth.
Wopɛɛpɛɛ mʼakoma mu, wohwehwɛ me mu anadwo, na wosɔ me hwɛ deɛ, nanso worenhunu hwee; masi madwene pi sɛ mʼano renka bɔne.
4 As to doings of man, Through a word of Thy lips I have observed The paths of a destroyer;
Nnipa nneyɛɛ fam no, wʼanomu asɛm enti matwe me ho afiri basabasayɛfoɔ akwan ho.
5 To uphold my goings in Thy paths, My steps have not slidden.
Menam wʼakwan so daa; me nan nnwatiriiɛ.
6 I — I called Thee, for Thou dost answer me, O God, incline Thine ear to me, hear my speech.
Mesu mefrɛ wo, Ao Onyankopɔn na wobɛgye me so; yɛ aso ma me na tie me mpaeɛbɔ.
7 Separate wonderfully Thy kindness, O Saviour of the confiding, By Thy right hand, from withstanders.
Da wo dɔ nwanwasoɔ no adi wo a wode wo nsa nifa gye wɔn a wɔde wɔn ho to wo so no nkwa firi wɔn atamfoɔ nsam.
8 Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; In shadow of Thy wings thou dost hide me.
Hwɛ me so sɛ obi a wodɔ no; fa me sie wo ntaban nwunu no ase
9 From the face of the wicked who spoiled me. Mine enemies in soul go round against me.
firi amumuyɛfoɔ a wɔretaataa me nsam, mʼatamfoɔ a wɔatwa me ho ahyia no.
10 Their fat they have closed up, Their mouths have spoken with pride:
Wɔpirim wɔn akoma, na wɔkasa ahantan so.
11 'Our steps now have compassed [him];' Their eyes they set to turn aside in the land.
Wɔadi me ntɛtɛ, afei wɔatwa me ho ahyia; wɔn ani abere sɛ wɔbɛbɔ me ahwe fam.
12 His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.
Wɔte sɛ gyata a ahaboa ho kɔm de no, te sɛ gyata kɛseɛ bi a wabutu wɔ atɛeɛ.
13 Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,
Sɔre, Ao Awurade! Wone wɔn mfa mmɔ ani na ka wɔn hyɛ; fa wʼakofena no gye me firi amumuyɛfoɔ no nsam.
14 From men, Thy hand, O Jehovah, From men of the world, their portion [is] in life, And [with] Thy hidden things Thou fillest their belly, They are satisfied [with] sons; And have left their abundance to their sucklings.
Ao Awurade fa wo nsa gye me firi nnipa a wɔte sei nsam asase so nnipa a wɔn akatua wɔ nkwa yi mu. Womma ɛkɔm nne wɔn a wʼani ku wɔn ho; wɔn mmammarima wɔ bebree, na wɔkora agyapadeɛ ma wɔn mma.
15 I — in righteousness, I see Thy face; I am satisfied, in awaking, [with] Thy form!
Na me deɛ, me tenenee mu, mɛhunu wʼanim; sɛ menyane na mehunu wo a, mʼakoma bɛtɔ ne yam. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.
