Psalms 6

1 For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by David. Yahweh, don’t rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.

Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo sɛ ɔmfa sankuhama nto wɔ Seminit nne so. Dawid dwom. Awurade nka mʼanim wɔ wʼabufuw mu, na ntwe mʼaso nso wɔ wʼabufuwhyew mu.

2 Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

Hu me mmɔbɔ, Awurade, efisɛ meyɛ mmrɛw; Awurade sa me yare na me nnompe wɔ ahoyeraw mu.

3 My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh—how long?

Me kra wɔ ahohia mu. Enkosi da bɛn, Ao Awurade, enkosi da bɛn?

4 Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.

San bra, Awurade, na begye me nkwa; gye me, wo dɔ a enni nhuammɔ no nti.

5 For in death there is no memory of you. In Sheol, who shall give you thanks? (Sheol h7585)

Obi a wawu no renkae wo da, hena na ofi ɔda mu kamfo wo? (Sheol h7585)

6 I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

Apinisi ama mayɛ mmerɛw. Anadwo mu nyinaa mede agyaadwotwa fɔw me mpa, na me nusu fɔw me sumii.

7 My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.

Awerɛhow ama mʼani so ayɛ me kusuu. Ɛredum; mʼatamfo nyinaa nti.

8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.

Mo nnebɔneyɛfo, montwe mo ho mfi me ho! efisɛ Awurade ate me sufrɛ.

9 Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer.

Awurade ate me mmɔborɔsu; Awurade tie me sufrɛ.

10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.

Mʼatamfo nyinaa anim begu ase na wɔn ho adwiriw wɔn; na wɔapatuw de fɛre asan wɔn akyi.