Nnwom 41
1 Dawid dwom. Nhyira ne onipa a mmɔborɔni asɛm ho hia no. Awurade gye no wɔ amanehunu berɛ mu.
To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David. How happy is he that is attentive to the poor, In the day of calamity, will Yahweh deliver him:
2 Awurade bɛbɔ ne ho ban na wakora ne kra. Ɔbɛhyira no wɔ asase no so; ɔrennyaa no mma nʼatamfoɔ apɛdeɛ.
Yahweh, will preserve him and keep him alive, And he shall be pronounced happy in the land, Do not then give him up at the desire of his enemies!
3 Awurade bɛhwɛ no wɔ ne yadeɛ mpa so na wagye no asi hɔ.
Yahweh, will sustain him upon the bed of sickness, All his couch, hast thou transformed in his disease.
4 Mekaa sɛ, “Ao Awurade hunu me mmɔbɔ; sa me yadeɛ, ɛfiri sɛ mayɛ bɔne atia wo.”
I, said—O Yahweh, show me favour, heal thou my soul, for I have sinned against thee:
5 Mʼatamfoɔ de adwene bɔne ka wɔ me ho sɛ: “Da bɛn na ɔbɛwu ama ne din ayera?”
Mine enemies, speak ill of me, When will he die, and his name perish?
6 Ɛberɛ biara a obi ba me nkyɛn no, ɔka atorɔsɛm, na nʼakoma hɔre dinsɛeɛ; ɔfiri adi kɔ a, ɔde kɔdi nsekuro.
And, if he have come to see me, Falsehood, doth he speak, His own heart, gathereth iniquity to itself, he goeth forth, abroad he telleth it.
7 Mʼatamfoɔ nyinaa keka asomusɛm fa me ho; wɔsusu bɔne ma me na wɔka sɛ:
Together—against me, do all who hate me whisper among themselves, Against me, devise they hurt for me.
8 “Yare bɔne bi abɔ no; ɔrensɔre mfiri deɛ ɔda hɔ bio.”
An infliction of the Abandoned One hath been fixed upon him, and, now that he hath lien down, he will not again rise.
9 Mpo me yɔnko pa ara a mede me ho too ne soɔ, deɛ me ne no too nsa didiiɛ no, asɔre atia me.
Even the man whom I used to salute, in whom I put confidence, who used to eat my bread, —hath magnified his heel against me!
10 Nanso wo, Awurade, hunu me mmɔbɔ; pagya me, na mentua wɔn so ka.
But, thou, O Yahweh, show me favour and raise me up, That I may repay them.
11 Menim sɛ wʼani sɔ me, na me ɔtamfoɔ renni me so nkonim.
Hereby, do I know that thou delightest in me, In that mine enemy shall not raise a shout over me.
12 Me nokorɛdie mu, wokura me mu na wode me gyina wʼanim afebɔɔ.
But, as for me, In my blamelessness, hast thou held me fast, And hast caused me to stand before thee unto times age-abiding.
13 Nhyira nka Awurade, Israel Onyankopɔn, ɛnnɛ ne daa nyinaa. Amen ne Amen! Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.
Blessed be Yahweh, the God of Israel, From the age that is past, even unto the age yet to come: Amen and Amen!
