Nnwom 3
1 Dawid dwom a ɔtoeɛ ɛberɛ a ɔredwane afiri ne babarima Absalom anim. Ao Awurade, hwɛ sɛdeɛ mʼatamfoɔ dɔɔso fa! Dodoɔ no ara na wɔsɔre tia me!
A Psalm by David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me.
2 Bebree no ara ka fa me ho sɛ, “Onyankopɔn rennye no”.
Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” (Selah)
3 Nanso, Ao Awurade, woyɛ akokyɛm a atwa me ho ahyia wohyɛ me animuonyam na wopagya me ti.
But you, LORD, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4 Meteam su frɛ Awurade, na ɔgye me so firi ne bepɔ kronkron no so.
I cry to the LORD with my voice, and he answers me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
5 Metɔ hɔ na meda a, menyane bio, ɛfiri sɛ Awurade kora me so.
I laid myself down and slept. I awakened, for the LORD sustains me.
6 Merensuro atamfoɔ mpem mpem a wɔatwa me ho ahyia no.
I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
7 Sɔre, Ao Awurade! Gye me, Ao me Onyankopɔn! Bobɔ mʼatamfoɔ nyinaa apantan; na tutu amumuyɛfoɔ se.
Arise, LORD! Save me, my God! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.
8 Awurade hɔ na ɔgyeɛ firi ba. Ma wo nhyira mmra wo nkurɔfoɔ so. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ. Wɔto wɔ sankuhoma so.
Salvation belongs to the LORD. May your blessing be on your people. (Selah)
