Psalms 17
1 A Prayer. Of David. Let my cause come to your ears, O Lord, give attention to my cry; give ear to my prayer which goes not out from false lips.
Dawid Mpaeɛbɔ. Ao, Awurade tie me tenenee abisadeɛ; tie me sufrɛ. Yɛ aso ma me mpaeɛbɔ deɛ ɛmfiri nnaadaa anofafa mu.
2 Be my judge; for your eyes see what is right.
Ma me bembuo a ɛfiri wo hɔ. Ma wʼani nhunu deɛ ɛyɛ pɛ.
3 You have put my heart to the test, searching me in the night; you have put me to the test and seen no evil purpose in me; I will keep my mouth from sin.
Wopɛɛpɛɛ mʼakoma mu, wohwehwɛ me mu anadwo, na wosɔ me hwɛ deɛ, nanso worenhunu hwee; masi madwene pi sɛ mʼano renka bɔne.
4 As for the works of men, by the word of your lips I have kept myself from the ways of the violent.
Nnipa nneyɛɛ fam no, wʼanomu asɛm enti matwe me ho afiri basabasayɛfoɔ akwan ho.
5 I have kept my feet in your ways, my steps have not been turned away.
Menam wʼakwan so daa; me nan nnwatiriiɛ.
6 My cry has gone up to you, for you will give me an answer, O God: let your ear be turned to me, and give attention to my words.
Mesu mefrɛ wo, Ao Onyankopɔn na wobɛgye me so; yɛ aso ma me na tie me mpaeɛbɔ.
7 Make clear the wonder of your mercy, O saviour of those who put their faith in your right hand, from those who come out against them.
Da wo dɔ nwanwasoɔ no adi wo a wode wo nsa nifa gye wɔn a wɔde wɔn ho to wo so no nkwa firi wɔn atamfoɔ nsam.
8 Keep me as the light of your eyes, covering me with the shade of your wings,
Hwɛ me so sɛ obi a wodɔ no; fa me sie wo ntaban nwunu no ase
9 From the evil-doers who are violent to me, and from those who are round me, desiring my death.
firi amumuyɛfoɔ a wɔretaataa me nsam, mʼatamfoɔ a wɔatwa me ho ahyia no.
10 They are shut up in their fat: with their mouths they say words of pride.
Wɔpirim wɔn akoma, na wɔkasa ahantan so.
11 They have made a circle round our steps: their eyes are fixed on us, forcing us down to the earth;
Wɔadi me ntɛtɛ, afei wɔatwa me ho ahyia; wɔn ani abere sɛ wɔbɛbɔ me ahwe fam.
12 Like a lion desiring its food, and like a young lion waiting in secret places.
Wɔte sɛ gyata a ahaboa ho kɔm de no, te sɛ gyata kɛseɛ bi a wabutu wɔ atɛeɛ.
13 Up! Lord, come out against him, make him low, with your sword be my saviour from the evil-doer.
Sɔre, Ao Awurade! Wone wɔn mfa mmɔ ani na ka wɔn hyɛ; fa wʼakofena no gye me firi amumuyɛfoɔ no nsam.
14 With your hand, O Lord, from men, even men of the world, whose heritage is in this life, and whom you make full with your secret wealth: they are full of children; after their death their offspring take the rest of their goods.
Ao Awurade fa wo nsa gye me firi nnipa a wɔte sei nsam asase so nnipa a wɔn akatua wɔ nkwa yi mu. Womma ɛkɔm nne wɔn a wʼani ku wɔn ho; wɔn mmammarima wɔ bebree, na wɔkora agyapadeɛ ma wɔn mma.
15 As for me, I will see your face in righteousness: when I am awake it will be joy enough for me to see your form.
Na me deɛ, me tenenee mu, mɛhunu wʼanim; sɛ menyane na mehunu wo a, mʼakoma bɛtɔ ne yam.
