Psalms 5
1 To the Chief Musician. For the Flutes. A Melody of David. To my words, give ear, O Yahweh, Understand thou my softly murmured prayer:
Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ sɛ wɔmfa atɛntɛbɛn nto. Dawid dwom. Ao Awurade, yɛ aso ma me nsɛm na dwene mʼapinisie ho.
2 Attend to the voice of my cry, my King and my God, for, unto thee, do I pray.
Tie me mmoa ho sufrɛ, me Ɔhene ne me Onyankopɔn, ɛfiri sɛ wo na mebɔ wo mpaeɛ.
3 O Yahweh! in the morning, shalt thou hear my voice, In the morning, will I set in order unto thee, and keep watch;
Ao, Awurade, wote me nne anɔpa; anɔpa, mede mʼadesrɛ ba wʼanim na mede anidasoɔ twɛn.
4 For, not a GOD finding pleasure in lawlessness, art thou, and wrong can be no guest of thine:
Wonyɛ Onyankopɔn a wʼani gye bɔne ho; na amumuyɛfoɔ rentumi ne wo ntena.
5 Boasters, shall not station themselves, before thine eyes, —Thou hatest all workers of iniquity:
Ahantanfoɔ rentumi nnyina wʼanim; wokyiri wɔn a wɔyɛ bɔne nyinaa.
6 Thou wilt destroy them who speak falsehood, —The man of bloodshed and of deceit, Yahweh abhorreth.
Wosɛe wɔn a wɔka atorɔsɛm; Awurade kyiri mogyapɛfoɔ ne asisifoɔ.
7 But, I, in the abounding of thy lovingkindness, will enter thy house, I will bow down towards thy holy temple, in reverence of thee:
Nanso me, wo mmɔborɔhunu bebrebe enti, mɛba wo fie; na anidie mu na mɛkoto akyerɛ wʼasɔredan kronkron no.
8 O Yahweh! lead me in thy righteousness, because of mine adversaries, Make even, before me, thy way:
Ao Awurade kyerɛ me ɛkwan wɔ wo tenenee mu mʼatamfoɔ enti, bɔ wo kwan tee wɔ mʼanim.
9 For in his mouth is nothing worthy of trust, Their inward purpose, is engulphing ruin, —An opened sepulchre, is their throat, With their tongue, speak they smooth things.
Wɔn anom asɛm baako mpo nyɛ nokorɛ; ɔsɛeɛ ahyɛ wɔn akoma ma. Wɔn menewa yɛ damena a ɛso abue wɔde wɔn tɛkrɛma ka nnaadaasɛm.
10 Declare them guilty, O God, Let them fall by their own counsels, —Into the throng of their own transgressions, thrust them down, For they have rebelled against thee: —
Ao, Onyankopɔn, bu wɔn fɔ! Ma wɔn pɔ bɔne nyɛ wɔn ahweaseɛ. Pam wɔn ɛsiane wɔn bɔne dodoɔ no enti, ɛfiri sɛ wɔasɔre atia wo.
11 That all may rejoice who seek refuge in thee, to times age-abiding, may shout in triumph, that thou wilt protect them, and they may leap for joy in thee who are lovers of thy Name.
Nanso, ma wɔn a wɔdwane ba wo nkyɛn no ani nnye; ma wɔmfa anigyeɛ nto dwom daa. Trɛ wo banbɔ mu wɔ wɔn so, na wɔn a wɔdɔ wo din no ma wɔn ani nnye wɔ wo mu.
12 For, thou, wilt bless the righteous man, O Yahweh, As with an all-covering shield—with good pleasure, wilt thou encompass him.
Ao Awurade, ampa ara, wohyira teneneefoɔ; na wode wʼayamyɛ twa wɔn ho hyia te sɛ akokyɛm.
