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 dwomkyerɛfoɔ sɛ ɔmfa sankuhoma nto wɔ Seminit ɛnne so. Dawid dwom. Ao, Awurade nka mʼanim wɔ wʼabofuo mu, na ntwe mʼaso nso wɔ wʼabufuhyeɛ mu.

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

Hu me mmɔbɔ, Awurade, ɛfiri sɛ meyɛ mmrɛ; Ao Awurade sa me yadeɛ na me nnompe wɔ ahoyera mu.

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

Me kra wɔ ahohia mu. Ɛnkɔsi da bɛn, Ao Awurade, ɛnkɔsi da bɛn?

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

Sane bra, Ao Awurade, na bɛgye me nkwa; gye me, wo dɔ a ɛnni hwammɔ no enti.

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

Obi a wawuo no renkae wo da, hwan na ɔfiri damena mu kamfo woɔ? (Sheol h7585)

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

Apinisie ama mayɛ mmerɛ. Anadwo mu nyinaa mede agyaadwotwa fɔ me mpa na me nisuo fɔ me sumiiɛ.

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

Awerɛhoɔ ama mʼani so ayɛ me kusuu. Ɛredum mʼatamfoɔ nyinaa enti.

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

Mo nnebɔneyɛfoɔ, montwe mo ho mfiri me ho, ɛfiri sɛ Awurade ate me sufrɛ.

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

Awurade ate me mmɔborɔ su; Awurade tie me sufrɛ.

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

Mʼatamfoɔ nyinaa anim bɛgu ase na wɔn ho adwiri wɔn; na wɔapatu de fɛreɛ asane wɔn akyi.