Psalms 30
1 For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you, O Lord; for you have lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.
Dwom a wɔto de buee Asɔredan no ano. Dawid dwom. Mɛma wo so, Awurade, efisɛ, woayi me afi bun mu na woamma mʼatamfo anserew me.
2 O Lord my God, I cried to you, and you did heal me.
Awurade me Nyankopɔn, misu frɛɛ wo sɛ boa me na wosaa me yare.
3 O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Hades, you have delivered me from [among] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
Awurade, wuyii me fii ɔda mu; wode me ho kyɛɛ me na woamma mankɔ amoa mu. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing to the Lord, you his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.
Monto ayeyi nnwom mma Awurade; mo a moyɛ nʼahotewfo! Monkamfo ne din kronkron no.
5 For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favor: weeping shall wait for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.
Nʼabufuw nkyɛ, na nʼadɔe wɔ hɔ daa; agyaadwotwa bɛwɔ hɔ anadwo, nanso ahosɛpɛw bɛba anɔpa.
6 And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
Metee nka sɛ mewɔ bammɔ no, mekae se, “Merenhinhim da.”
7 O Lord, in your good pleasure you did add strength to my beauty: but you did turn away your face, and I was troubled.
Awurade, woyɛɛ me adom no womaa me bepɔw gyinaa pintinn na wode wʼanim hintaw me no, me koma tui.
8 To you, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.
Wo, Awurade na mefrɛɛ wo; wo hɔ na misu mesrɛɛ mmɔborɔhunu se:
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to you? or shall it declare your truth?
“Mfaso bɛn na ɛwɔ me sɛe so, sɛ mɛkɔ amoa mu? Mfutuma beyi wo ayɛ ana? Ɛbɛpae mu aka wo nokwaredi ana?
10 The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.
Tie me, Awurade, na hu me mmɔbɔ! Awurade, yɛ me boafo.”
11 You have turned my mourning into joy for me: you have tore off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
Wodan mʼagyaadwotwa yɛɛ no asaw; wuyii mʼatweaatam fii me ho na wode anigye furaa me,
12 that my glory may sing praise to you, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.
sɛ me koma bɛto nnwom ama wo na ɛrenyɛ komm. Awurade me Nyankopɔn, meyi wo ayɛ daa.
