Nnwom 39
1 Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo no. Yedutun. Dawid dwom. Mekae se, “Mɛhwɛ mʼakwan yiye na mamfa me tɛkrɛma anyɛ bɔne; mɛto mʼano nnareka bere a amumɔyɛfo bɛn me yi.
Unto the end, for Idithun himself, a canticle of David. I said: I will take heed to my ways: that I sin not with my tongue. I have set guard to my mouth, when the sinner stood against me.
2 Enti meyɛɛ komm a manka asɛm papa biara mpo nanso mʼapinisi mu yɛɛ den.
I was dumb, and was humbled, and kept silence from good things: and my sorrow was renewed.
3 Me koma ho guan no wɔ me mu. Midwinnwen no, ogya dɛwee; afei mede me tɛkrɛma kasae se:
My heart grew hot within me: and in my meditation a fire shall flame out.
4 “Awurade, ma minhu me nkwa awiei ne me nna dodow; ma minhu sɛnea me nkwa si twa mu ntɛm so.
I spoke with my tongue: O Lord, make me know my end. And what is the number of my days: that I may know what is wanting to me.
5 Woayɛ me nna sɛ nsateaa baako pɛ; na me mfe dodow nyɛ hwee wɔ wʼani so. Onipa nkwa yɛ ɔhome bi kɛkɛ.
Behold thou hast made my days measurable: and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity: every man living.
6 Onipa redi akɔneaba nyinaa no, ɔte sɛ sunsuma bi kwa; ɔhaw ne ho nanso ɔyɛ kwa; ɔboa ahonya ano na onnim nea ɛbɛyɛ ne de.
Surely man passeth as an image: yea, and he is disquieted in vain. He storeth up: and he knoweth not for whom he shall gather these things.
7 “Afei Awurade, dɛn na merehwehwɛ? Mʼanidaso wɔ wo mu.
And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.
8 Gye me fi me bɔne nyinaa mu; mma mennyɛ nkwaseafo aserewde.
Deliver thou me from all my iniquities: thou hast made me a reproach to the fool.
9 Meyɛɛ komm, na mammue mʼano, efisɛ wo na woayɛ eyi.
I was dumb, and I opened not my mouth, because thou hast done it.
10 Yi wʼasotwe fi me so; wo nsa ano amanehunu amene me.
Remove thy scourges from me. The strength of thy hand hath made me faint in rebukes:
11 Woka nnipa anim, na wotwe wɔn aso wɔ wɔn bɔne ho; wosɛe wɔn ahonya te sɛ nwewee; onipa biara yɛ ɔhome kɛkɛ.
Thou hast corrected man for iniquity. And thou hast made his soul to waste away like a spider: surely in vain is any man disquieted.
12 “Awurade, tie me mpaebɔ, tie me sufrɛ; nsiw wʼaso wɔ me su ho. Me ne wo te hɔ sɛ ɔnanani, sɛnea na mʼagyanom nyinaa te no.
Hear my prayer, O Lord, and my supplication: give ear to my tears. Be not silent: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner as all my fathers were.
13 Yi wʼani fi me so na manya nkwa bio, ansa na mafi ha a mente ase bio.”
O forgive me, that I may be refreshed, before I go hence, and be no more.
