Psalms 3
1 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son. LORD, how are mine adversaries increased! many are they that rise up against me.
Dawid dwom a ɔtoe bere a ɔreguan afi ne babarima Absalom anim. Awurade, hwɛ sɛnea mʼatamfo dɔɔso fa! dodow no ara na wɔsɔre tia me!
2 Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah)
Bebree no ara ka fa me ho se, “Onyankopɔn rennye no.”
3 But thou, O LORD, art a shield about me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
Nanso wo, Awurade, woyɛ nkatabo a atwa me ho ahyia mʼanuonyam, nea Ɔpagyaw me ti.
4 I cry unto the LORD with my voice, and he answereth me out of his holy hill. (Selah)
Meteɛ mu su frɛ Awurade, na ogye me so fi ne bepɔw kronkron no so.
5 I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the LORD sustaineth me.
Metɔ hɔ na meda a, minyan bio, efisɛ Awurade ma migyina.
6 I will not be afraid of ten thousands of the people, that have set themselves against me round about.
Merensuro atamfo mpem mpem a wɔatwa me ho ahyia no.
7 Arise, O LORD; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the wicked.
Sɔre, Awurade! Gye me, me Nyankopɔn! Bobɔ mʼatamfo nyinaa abogye; na tutu amumɔyɛfo se.
8 Salvation belongeth unto the LORD: thy blessing be upon thy people. (Selah)
Awurade hɔ na ogye fi ba. Ma wo nhyira mmra wo nkurɔfo so.
