Nnwom 17
1 Dawid Mpaebɔ. Awurade, tie me trenee abisade; tie me sufrɛ. Yɛ aso ma me mpaebɔ; nea emfi nnaadaa anofafa mu.
A Prayer. Of David. Let my cause come to your ears, O Lord, give attention to my cry; give ear to my prayer which goes not out from false lips.
2 Ma me bembu mfi wo; ma wʼani nhu nea ɛyɛ pɛ.
Be my judge; for your eyes see what is right.
3 Wopɛɛpɛɛ me koma mu, wohwehwɛ me mu anadwo, na wosɔ me hwɛ de, nanso wubehu sɛ minsusuw bɔne bi ɛ; mʼano nkaa bɔne bi ɛ.
You have put my heart to the test, searching me in the night; you have put me to the test and seen no evil purpose in me; I will keep my mouth from sin.
4 Nnipa nneyɛe fam no, anom asɛm nti matwe me ho afi basabasayɛfo akwan ho.
As for the works of men, by the word of your lips I have kept myself from the ways of the violent.
5 Menam wʼakwan so daa; me nan nhintiw ɛ.
I have kept my feet in your ways, my steps have not been turned away.
6 Misu mefrɛ wo, Onyankopɔn na wubegye me so; yɛ aso ma me na tie me mpaebɔ.
My cry has gone up to you, for you will give me an answer, O God: let your ear be turned to me, and give attention to my words.
7 Da wo dɔ nwonwaso no adi; wo a wode wo nsa nifa gye wɔn a wɔde wɔn ho to wo so no nkwa fi wɔn atamfo nsam no.
Make clear the wonder of your mercy, O saviour of those who put their faith in your right hand, from those who come out against them.
8 Hwɛ me so sɛ obi a wodɔ no; fa me sie wo ntaban nwini no ase,
Keep me as the light of your eyes, covering me with the shade of your wings,
9 fi amumɔyɛfo a wɔretaataa me no nsam, mʼatamfo a wɔatwa me ho ahyia no.
From the evil-doers who are violent to me, and from those who are round me, desiring my death.
10 Wopirim wɔn koma, na wɔkasa ahantan so.
They are shut up in their fat: with their mouths they say words of pride.
11 Wɔadi me ntɛntɛ, afei wɔatwa me ho ahyia; wɔn ani abere sɛ wɔbɛbɔ me ahwe fam.
They have made a circle round our steps: their eyes are fixed on us, forcing us down to the earth;
12 Wɔte sɛ gyata a hanam ho kɔm de no, te sɛ gyata kɛse bi a wabutuw wɔ ahintawee.
Like a lion desiring its food, and like a young lion waiting in secret places.
13 Sɔre, Awurade! Wone wɔn mfa mmɔ ani na ka wɔn hyɛ; fa wʼafoa no gye me fi amumɔyɛfo no nsam.
Up! Lord, come out against him, make him low, with your sword be my saviour from the evil-doer.
14 Awurade, fa wo nsa gye me fi nnipa a wɔte sɛɛ nsam; asase so nnipa a wɔn akatua wɔ nkwa yi mu no. Womma ɔkɔm nne wɔn a wʼani ku wɔn ho; wɔn mmabarima wɔ bebree, na wɔkora agyapade ma wɔn mma.
With your hand, O Lord, from men, even men of the world, whose heritage is in this life, and whom you make full with your secret wealth: they are full of children; after their death their offspring take the rest of their goods.
15 Na me trenee mu, mehu wʼanim; sɛ minyan na mihu wo a me koma bɛtɔ me yam.
As for me, I will see your face in righteousness: when I am awake it will be joy enough for me to see your form.
