Nnwom 17
1 Dawid Mpaebɔ. Awurade, tie me trenee abisade; tie me sufrɛ. Yɛ aso ma me mpaebɔ; nea emfi nnaadaa anofafa mu.
“A psalm of David.” Hear the righteous cause, O LORD! Attend to my cry; Give ear to my prayer from lips without deceit!
2 Ma me bembu mfi wo; ma wʼani nhu nea ɛyɛ pɛ.
May my sentence come forth from thy presence; May thine eyes behold uprightness!
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.
Provest thou my heart, visitest thou me in the night, Triest thou me like gold, thou shalt find nothing!
4 Nnipa nneyɛe fam no, anom asɛm nti matwe me ho afi basabasayɛfo akwan ho.
My thoughts do not vary from my lips. As to the deeds of men, Through the word of thy lips I have kept me from the paths of the destroyer.
5 Menam wʼakwan so daa; me nan nhintiw ɛ.
Support my steps in thy paths, That my feet may not slip!
6 Misu mefrɛ wo, Onyankopɔn na wubegye me so; yɛ aso ma me na tie me mpaebɔ.
I call upon thee, O God! for thou wilt hear me; Incline thine ear to me, and listen to my prayer!
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.
Show forth thy loving-kindness, O thou that savest by thy right hand Them that seek refuge in thee from their adversaries!
8 Hwɛ me so sɛ obi a wodɔ no; fa me sie wo ntaban nwini no ase,
Guard me as the apple of the eye; Hide me under the shadow of thy wings
9 fi amumɔyɛfo a wɔretaataa me no nsam, mʼatamfo a wɔatwa me ho ahyia no.
From the wicked who assault me, From my deadly enemies who compass me about!
10 Wopirim wɔn koma, na wɔkasa ahantan so.
They shut up their hard heart; With their mouth they speak haughtily.
11 Wɔadi me ntɛntɛ, afei wɔatwa me ho ahyia; wɔn ani abere sɛ wɔbɛbɔ me ahwe fam.
They encompass us in all our steps; They fix their eyes upon us, that they may cast us on the ground.
12 Wɔte sɛ gyata a hanam ho kɔm de no, te sɛ gyata kɛse bi a wabutuw wɔ ahintawee.
They are like a lion, eager for his prey; Like a young lion, lurking in secret places.
13 Sɔre, Awurade! Wone wɔn mfa mmɔ ani na ka wɔn hyɛ; fa wʼafoa no gye me fi amumɔyɛfo no nsam.
Arise, O LORD! disappoint them, cast them down! Deliver me from the wicked by thy sword,
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.
From men, by thy hand, O LORD! from men of the world, Whose portion is in life; whom thou loadest with thy treasure; Whose children have enough, and leave their superfluity to their children.
15 Na me trenee mu, mehu wʼanim; sɛ minyan na mihu wo a me koma bɛtɔ me yam.
But I through righteousness shall see thy face; I shall be satisfied with the revival of thy countenance.
