Psalms 51
1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David, when Nathan the prophet came to him, after he had gone in to Bathsheba. Have mercy on me, God, according to your loving kindness. According to the multitude of your tender mercies, blot out my transgressions.
Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Dawid dwom a ɔtoo no bere a ɔde ne ho kaa Batseba na odiyifo Natan kɔɔ ne nkyɛn no. Ao, Onyankopɔn hu me mmɔbɔ, sɛnea wʼadɔe a ɛnsa da no te; wʼahummɔbɔ kɛse no nti, pepa me mmarato.
2 Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity. Cleanse me from my sin.
Hohoro mʼamumɔyɛ nyinaa na tew me ho fi me bɔne mu!
3 For I know my transgressions. My sin is constantly before me.
Na mahu me mmarato, na mekae me bɔne daa.
4 Against you, and you only, I have sinned, and done that which is evil in your sight, so you may be proved right when you speak, and justified when you judge.
Mayɛ mfomso atia wo; atia wo nko ara na mayɛ nea ɛyɛ bɔne wɔ wʼani so, enti wudi bem wɔ wʼatemmu mu na woteɛ wɔ wʼatemmu mu.
5 Behold, I was born in iniquity. My mother conceived me in sin.
Ampa ara wɔwoo me wɔ bɔne mu, na bɔne mu na me na nyinsɛn me.
6 Behold, you desire truth in the inward parts. You teach me wisdom in the inmost place.
Ampa ara nokware na wohwehwɛ wɔ me mu. Wokyerɛ me nyansa a mu dɔ.
7 Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean. Wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
Fa adwerɛ hohoro me ho, na me ho afi; guare me, na mɛhoa asen sukyerɛmma.
8 Let me hear joy and gladness, that the bones which you have broken may rejoice.
Ma mente ahosɛpɛw ne anigye nka; na ma nnompe a woabubu no nni ahurusi.
9 Hide your face from my sins, and blot out all of my iniquities.
Kata wʼani wɔ me bɔne ho na pepa mʼamumɔyɛ nyinaa.
10 Create in me a clean heart, O God. Renew a right spirit within me.
Ao, Onyankopɔn, bɔ koma a mu tew wɔ me mu, na yɛ honhom a atim no foforo wɔ me mu.
11 Don’t throw me from your presence, and don’t take your Holy Spirit from me.
Mpam me mfi wʼanim, na nyi wo Honhom Kronkron mfi me mu.
12 Restore to me the joy of your salvation. Uphold me with a willing spirit.
Fa wo nkwagye mu anigye no ma me bio, na ma me ɔpɛ honhom a ɛbɛma magyina.
13 Then I will teach transgressors your ways. Sinners will be converted to you.
Afei mɛkyerɛ nnebɔneyɛfo wʼakwan, na amumɔyɛfo bɛsan aba wo nkyɛn.
14 Deliver me from the guilt of bloodshed, O God, the God of my salvation. My tongue will sing aloud of your righteousness.
Ao, Onyankopɔn, gye me fi mogya ho afɔdi mu. Onyame a wugye me nkwa, na me tɛkrɛma bɛto wo trenee ho dwom.
15 Lord, open my lips. My mouth will declare your praise.
Awurade, bue mʼano fafa, na mede mʼano bɛpae mu aka wʼayeyi.
16 For you don’t delight in sacrifice, or else I would give it. You have no pleasure in burnt offering.
Wompɛ afɔrebɔ, anka mɛbɔ; wʼani nnye ɔhyew afɔre ho.
17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit. O God, you will not despise a broken and contrite heart.
Onyankopɔn afɔre yɛ honhom a abotow, Onyankopɔn, worempo ahonu ne ahobrɛase koma.
18 Do well in your good pleasure to Zion. Build the walls of Jerusalem.
Ma ɛnyɛ wo fɛ sɛ wobɛma Sion anya nkɔso wɔ wʼanigye mu; na woasi Yerusalem afasu.
19 Then you will delight in the sacrifices of righteousness, in burnt offerings and in whole burnt offerings. Then they will offer bulls on your altar.
Afei wʼani begye ɔtreneeni afɔrebɔ ho, ɔhyew afɔre a edi mu; na wɔde anantwinini bɛbɔ afɔre wʼafɔremuka so.
