Psalms 17
1 A prayer of David. Listen, O Lord, to my innocence; attend to my piercing cry. Give heed to my prayer out of lips unfeigned.
Dawid Mpaebɔ. Awurade, tie me trenee abisade; tie me sufrɛ. Yɛ aso ma me mpaebɔ; nea emfi nnaadaa anofafa mu.
2 Let my vindication come from you, your eyes see the truth.
Ma me bembu mfi wo; ma wʼani nhu nea ɛyɛ pɛ.
3 When you test my heart when you visit at night, and assay me like silver – you can find no evil. I am determined that my mouth should not lie.
Wopɛɛpɛɛ me koma mu, wohwehwɛ me mu anadwo, na wosɔ me hwɛ de, nanso wubehu sɛ minsusuw bɔne bi ɛ; mʼano nkaa bɔne bi ɛ.
4 I gave earnest heed to the words of your lips.
Nnipa nneyɛe fam no, anom asɛm nti matwe me ho afi basabasayɛfo akwan ho.
5 My steps have held fast to the paths of your precepts and in your tracks have my feet never stumbled.
Menam wʼakwan so daa; me nan nhintiw ɛ.
6 So I call you, O God, with assurance of answer; bend down your ear to me, hear what I say.
Misu mefrɛ wo, Onyankopɔn na wubegye me so; yɛ aso ma me na tie me mpaebɔ.
7 Show your marvellous love, you who save from enemies those who take refuge at your right hand.
Da wo dɔ nwonwaso no adi; wo a wode wo nsa nifa gye wɔn a wɔde wɔn ho to wo so no nkwa fi wɔn atamfo nsam no.
8 Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me in the shelter of your wings.
Hwɛ me so sɛ obi a wodɔ no; fa me sie wo ntaban nwini no ase,
9 From wicked people who do me violence, from deadly foes who crowd around me.
fi amumɔyɛfo a wɔretaataa me no nsam, mʼatamfo a wɔatwa me ho ahyia no.
10 They have closed their hearts to pity, the words of their mouths are haughty.
Wopirim wɔn koma, na wɔkasa ahantan so.
11 Now they dog us at every step, keenly watching, to hurl us to the ground,
Wɔadi me ntɛntɛ, afei wɔatwa me ho ahyia; wɔn ani abere sɛ wɔbɛbɔ me ahwe fam.
12 like a lion, longing to tear, like a young lion, lurking in secret.
Wɔte sɛ gyata a hanam ho kɔm de no, te sɛ gyata kɛse bi a wabutuw wɔ ahintawee.
13 Arise, Lord, face them and fell them. By your sword set me free from the wicked,
Sɔre, Awurade! Wone wɔn mfa mmɔ ani na ka wɔn hyɛ; fa wʼafoa no gye me fi amumɔyɛfo no nsam.
14 by your hand, O Lord, from those – whose portion of life is but of this world. But let your treasured ones have food in plenty may their children be full and their children satisfied.
Awurade, fa wo nsa gye me fi nnipa a wɔte sɛɛ nsam; asase so nnipa a wɔn akatua wɔ nkwa yi mu no. Womma ɔkɔm nne wɔn a wʼani ku wɔn ho; wɔn mmabarima wɔ bebree, na wɔkora agyapade ma wɔn mma.
15 In my innocence I will see your face, awake I am filled with a vision of you.
Na me trenee mu, mehu wʼanim; sɛ minyan na mihu wo a me koma bɛtɔ me yam.
