Nnwom 10
1 Adɛn enti, Ao Awurade, na wogyina akyirikyiri saa? Adɛn enti na wode wo ho ahinta wɔ amanehunu mmerɛ mu yi?
Why do you stand, Lord, so far away, hiding yourself in times of trouble?
2 Ɔmumuyɛfoɔ de ahantan taataa mmɔborɔfoɔ, wɔn a mfidie a wɔasunsum yi wɔn.
The wicked, in their pride, are pursuing the helpless: let them be caught in the schemes they have plotted.
3 Ɔde deɛ nʼakoma hwehwɛ hoahoa ne ho; ɔhyira ɔdifodepɛfoɔ, na ɔyi Awurade ahi.
For the wicked boasts of their wanton greed; the robber despises the Lord, and curses him,
4 Ahantan enti, omumuyɛfoɔ nhwehwɛ Awurade; na Onyankopɔn nni ne nsusuiɛ nyinaa mu.
in wicked pride, thinks: God doesn’t care, God doesn’t call to account.
5 Nʼakwan nyinaa mu, ɔdi yie; ɔma ne ho so, na wo mmara mfa ne ho; na ɔdi nʼatamfoɔ nyinaa ho fɛw.
Never a season that they do not prosper; your judgments are far above out of their sight: they scoff at their foes.
6 Ɔka kyerɛ ne ho sɛ: “Biribiara mma me nhinhim; mʼani bɛgye daa, na merenkɔ amanehunu mu da.”
Each says in their heart, “I will never be shaken; I will live for all time untouched by misfortune.”
7 Nnome, atorɔ ne ahunahuna ahyɛ nʼanom ma; Ɔhaw ne mmusuo hyɛ ne tɛkrɛma ase.
Their mouths are full of deceit and oppression: under their tongues lurks mischief and wrong.
8 Ɔtɛ wɔ nkuraase; ɔfiri atɛeɛ kum deɛ ɔnnim hwee, na ɔhwɛ wɔn a ɔrepɛ wɔn akum wɔn.
Lying in secret in some village ambush, and stealthily watching, they murder the innocent.
9 Ɔte sɛ gyata a wahinta; ɔtɛ sɛ ɔbɛkyere mmɔborɔni; ɔkyere wɔn twe wɔn ase de wɔn kɔ ne bɔn mu.
Like a lion that lurks in a secret lair they lurk intending to catch the defenceless; to seize them, to drag them away in their net.
10 Ɔdwerɛ wɔn a ɔkyere wɔn no ma wɔtɔ baha; na ɔde nʼahoɔden ka wɔn hyɛ.
Their victims are crushed, sink down to the ground. Under their claws the hapless fall.
11 Ɔka kyerɛ ne ho sɛ, “Onyankopɔn werɛ afi; wayi nʼani afiri so na ɔnhunu.”
The wicked say in their hearts that God has forgotten, has hidden his face, will see nothing.
12 Sɔre, Awurade! Ma wo nsa so, Ao Onyankopɔn. Mma wo werɛ mfiri wɔn a wɔnni aboafoɔ.
Arise, Lord, lift up your hand, do not forget the cry of the wretched.
13 Adɛn enti na omumuyɛfoɔ yi Onyankopɔn ahi? Adɛn enti na ɔka kyerɛ ne ho sɛ, “Ɔremfrɛ me akontabuo so?”
Why do the wicked treat God with contempt, and say in their hearts, “God doesn’t care”?
14 Nanso wo, Ao Onyankopɔn, wohunu amanehunu ne ɔhaw; na wayɛ wʼadwene sɛ wobɛhwɛ. Mmɔborɔni de ne ho ma wo; wo na woyɛ awisiaa ɔboafoɔ.
You have seen the trouble and sorrow; you mark it all, and will take it in hand. The hapless can count on you, helper of orphans.
15 Bubu omumuyɛfoɔ ne ɔbɔnefoɔ aprɛ; frɛ no na ɔmmɛbu nʼamumuyɛ ho nkontaa, amumuyɛ a anka wɔrenhunu no.
Break the arm of the wicked and evil: search out their sin, till no more be found.
16 Awurade yɛ ɔhene daa nyinaa; amanaman no bɛyera nʼasase so.
The Lord is king forever and ever: the nations will vanish from his land.
17 Ao Awurade, wotie awiɛmfoɔ adesrɛ; wohyɛ wɔn nkuran, na wotie wɔn sufrɛ,
Lord, you have heard the desire of the humble, inclining your ear, strengthening their hearts,
18 na wodi ma awisiaa ne deɛ wɔhyɛ ne soɔ sɛdeɛ ɛbɛyɛ a ɔdasani a ɔfiri asase so renhunahuna obiara bio.
rights you have won for the crushed and the orphan, so no one on earth may strike terror again.
