Psalms 17
1 A Prayer by David. Hear, Yahweh, my righteous plea. Give ear to my prayer that doesn’t go out of deceitful lips.
Dawid Mpaebɔ. Awurade, tie me trenee abisade; tie me sufrɛ. Yɛ aso ma me mpaebɔ; nea emfi nnaadaa anofafa mu.
2 Let my sentence come out of your presence. Let your eyes look on equity.
Ma me bembu mfi wo; ma wʼani nhu nea ɛyɛ pɛ.
3 You have proved my heart. You have visited me in the night. You have tried me, and found nothing. I have resolved that my mouth shall not disobey.
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 As for the deeds of men, by the word of your lips, I have kept myself from the ways of the violent.
Nnipa nneyɛe fam no, anom asɛm nti matwe me ho afi basabasayɛfo akwan ho.
5 My steps have held fast to your paths. My feet have not slipped.
Menam wʼakwan so daa; me nan nhintiw ɛ.
6 I have called on you, for you will answer me, God. Turn your ear to me. Hear my speech.
Misu mefrɛ wo, Onyankopɔn na wubegye me so; yɛ aso ma me na tie me mpaebɔ.
7 Show your marvelous loving kindness, you who save those who take refuge by your right hand from their enemies.
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 your eye. Hide me under the shadow of your wings,
Hwɛ me so sɛ obi a wodɔ no; fa me sie wo ntaban nwini no ase,
9 from the wicked who oppress me, my deadly enemies, who surround me.
fi amumɔyɛfo a wɔretaataa me no nsam, mʼatamfo a wɔatwa me ho ahyia no.
10 They close up their callous hearts. With their mouth they speak proudly.
Wopirim wɔn koma, na wɔkasa ahantan so.
11 They have now surrounded us in our steps. They set their eyes to cast us down to the earth.
Wɔadi me ntɛntɛ, afei wɔatwa me ho ahyia; wɔn ani abere sɛ wɔbɛbɔ me ahwe fam.
12 He is like a lion that is greedy of his prey, as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.
Wɔte sɛ gyata a hanam ho kɔm de no, te sɛ gyata kɛse bi a wabutuw wɔ ahintawee.
13 Arise, Yahweh, confront him. Cast him down. Deliver my soul from the wicked by your sword,
Sɔre, Awurade! Wone wɔn mfa mmɔ ani na ka wɔn hyɛ; fa wʼafoa no gye me fi amumɔyɛfo no nsam.
14 from men by your hand, Yahweh, from men of the world, whose portion is in this life. You fill the belly of your cherished ones. Your sons have plenty, and they store up wealth for their children.
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 As for me, I shall see your face in righteousness. I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with seeing your form.
Na me trenee mu, mehu wʼanim; sɛ minyan na mihu wo a me koma bɛtɔ me yam.
