Psalms 4
1 To the chief Musician. On stringed instruments. A Psalm of David. When I call, answer me, O God of my righteousness: in pressure thou hast enlarged me; be gracious unto me, and hear my prayer.
Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ. Wɔto wɔ sankuhoma so. Dawid dwom. Sɛ mesu frɛ wo a, gye me so, Ao, me tenenee Onyankopɔn. Ma me ahomegyeɛ wɔ mʼahohia mu; hunu me mmɔbɔ na tie me mpaeɛbɔ.
2 Ye sons of men, till when is my glory [to be put] to shame? [How long] will ye love vanity, will ye seek after a lie? (Selah)
Ao mmarima, ɛnkɔsi da bɛn na mo bɛdane mʼanimuonyam ahohora? Ɛnkɔsi da bɛn na mobɛdɔ nneɛma hunu na moadi ahoni huhuo akyi?
3 But know that Jehovah hath set apart the pious [man] for himself: Jehovah will hear when I call unto him.
Hunu sɛ Awurade ayi deɛ ɔwɔ nyamesu ama ne ho; Awurade bɛtie, sɛ mesu mefrɛ no a.
4 Be moved with anger, and sin not; meditate in your own hearts upon your bed, and be still. (Selah)
Mo bo fu a, monnyɛ bɔne; sɛ modeda mo mpa so a, monyɛ komm na monhwehwɛ mo akoma mu.
5 Offer sacrifices of righteousness, and confide in Jehovah.
Mommɔ afɔdeɛ a ɛfata na momfa mo werɛ nhyɛ Awurade mu.
6 Many say, Who shall cause us to see good? Lift up upon us the light of thy countenance, O Jehovah.
Nnipa bebree bisa sɛ: “Hwan na ɔbɛtumi ayɛ yɛn adɔeɛ?” Ao Awurade, ma wʼanim hann no nhyerɛn yɛn so.
7 Thou hast put joy in my heart, more than in the time that their corn and their new wine was in abundance.
Wode anigyeɛ mmorosoɔ ahyɛ mʼakoma ma asene ɛberɛ a wɔn aburoo ne nsã foforɔ abu so no.
8 In peace will I both lay me down and sleep; for thou, Jehovah, alone makest me to dwell in safety.
Mɛtɔ hɔ, na mada asomdwoeɛ mu, ɛfiri sɛ, wo nko ara, Ao Awurade, na woma metena asomdwoeɛ mu.
