Nnwom 64
1 Dawid dwom. Ao Onyankopɔn, tie me ɛberɛ a mereka me haw; bɔ me ɔkra ho ban firi ɔtamfoɔ ahunahuna ho.
Unto the end. A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my prayer of supplication. Rescue my soul from the fear of the enemy.
2 Fa me sie firi amumuyɛfoɔ agyinatuo ho, ne nnebɔneyɛfoɔ dodoɔ no gyegyeegyeyɛ ho.
You have protected me from the assembly of the malignant, from a multitude of workers of iniquity.
3 Wɔse wɔn tɛkrɛma sɛ akofena na wɔse wɔn ano sɛ mmɛmma kɔdiawuo.
For they have sharpened their tongues like a sword; they have formed their bow into a bitter thing,
4 Wɔfiri atɛeɛ mu, to bɔ onipa a ne ho nni asɛm; wɔto bɔ no mpofirim a wɔnsuro.
so that they may shoot arrows from hiding at the immaculate.
5 Wɔhyehyɛ wɔn ho wɔn ho nkuran wɔ wɔn amumuyɛ nneyɛeɛ ho, wɔka sɛdeɛ wɔbɛsum afidie; wɔka sɛ, “Hwan na ɔbɛhunu yɛn?”
They will suddenly shoot arrows at him, and they will not be afraid. They are resolute in their wicked talk. They have discussed hidden snares. They have said, “Who will see them?”
6 Wɔbɔ atɛnkyea ho pɔ na wɔka sɛ, “Yɛayɛ nhyehyɛeɛ a ɛyɛ pɛ!” Ampa ara onipa akoma ne nʼadwene yɛ anifire.
They have been searching carefully for iniquities. Their exhaustive search has failed. Man will approach with a deep heart,
7 Nanso, Onyankopɔn bɛto bɛmma awɔ wɔn; na wɔbɛhwe fam prɛko pɛ.
and God will be exalted. The arrows of the little ones have become their wounds,
8 Ɔbɛdane wɔn ankasa tɛkrɛma atia wɔn na ɔde wɔn aba ɔsɛeɛ mu; na wɔn a wɔbɛhunu wɔn nyinaa bɛbɔ wɔn tiri nko wɔ animtiabuo so.
and their tongues have been weakened against them. All those who saw them have been troubled;
9 Adasamma nyinaa bɛsuro; wɔbɛpae mu aka Onyankopɔn nnwuma na wɔasusu deɛ wayɛ ho.
and every man was afraid. And they announced the works of God, and they understood his acts.
10 Ma teneneefoɔ nni ahurisie wɔ Awurade mu na wɔmpɛ hintabea wɔ ne mu; ma wɔn a wɔn akoma mu teɛ nyinaa nyi no ayɛ! Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.
The just will rejoice in the Lord, and they will hope in him. And all the upright of heart will be praised.
