Nnwom 3
1 Dawid dwom a ɔtoe bere a ɔreguan afi ne babarima Absalom anim. Awurade, hwɛ sɛnea mʼatamfo dɔɔso fa! dodow no ara na wɔsɔre tia me!
A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. Jehovah, how many are they that trouble me, many they that rise up against me!
2 Bebree no ara ka fa me ho se, “Onyankopɔn rennye no.”
Many say of my soul, There is no salvation for him in God. (Selah)
3 Nanso wo, Awurade, woyɛ nkatabo a atwa me ho ahyia mʼanuonyam, nea Ɔpagyaw me ti.
But thou, Jehovah, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of my head.
4 Meteɛ mu su frɛ Awurade, na ogye me so fi ne bepɔw kronkron no so.
With my voice will I call to Jehovah, and he will answer me from the hill of his holiness. (Selah)
5 Metɔ hɔ na meda a, minyan bio, efisɛ Awurade ma migyina.
I laid me down and slept; I awaked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6 Merensuro atamfo mpem mpem a wɔatwa me ho ahyia no.
I will not fear for myriads of the people that have set themselves against me round about.
7 Sɔre, Awurade! Gye me, me Nyankopɔn! Bobɔ mʼatamfo nyinaa abogye; na tutu amumɔyɛfo se.
Arise, Jehovah; save me, my God! For thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheekbone, thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Awurade hɔ na ogye fi ba. Ma wo nhyira mmra wo nkurɔfo so. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔto wɔ sankuhama so.
Salvation is of Jehovah; thy blessing is upon thy people. (Selah)
