Nnwom 71
1 Ao Awurade, wo mu na me dwane hinta; mma mʼanim ngu ase da.
Lord, Y hopide in thee, be Y not schent with outen ende;
2 Wo tenenee no enti, yi me na gye me; tie me na gye me nkwa.
in thi riytwisnesse delyuere thou me, and rauysche me out. Bowe doun thin eere to me; and make me saaf.
3 Yɛ me nkwagyeɛ botan faako a mɛtumi akɔ daa; hyɛ ma wɔmmɛgye me nkwa, na wo ne me botan ne mʼaban.
Be thou to me in to God a defendere; and in to a strengthid place, that thou make me saaf. For thou art my stidefastnesse; and my refuit.
4 Ao me Onyankopɔn, gye me firi amumuyɛfoɔ nsam, gye me firi nnebɔneyɛfoɔ ne atirimuɔdenfoɔ nsam.
My God, delyuere thou me fro the hoond of the synner; and fro the hoond of a man doynge ayens the lawe, and of the wickid man.
5 Na woayɛ mʼanidasoɔ, Ao Asafo Awurade, mʼahotɔsoɔ firi mʼababunu berɛ mu.
For thou, Lord, art my pacience; Lord, thou art myn hope fro my yongthe.
6 Ɛfiri awoɔ mu, mede me ho ato wo so; wo na woyii me firii me maame yafunu mu. Mɛkamfo wo daa.
In thee Y am confermyd fro the wombe; thou art my defendere fro the wombe of my modir.
7 Mayɛ nhwɛsodeɛ ama bebree, nanso wo ne me dwanekɔbea denden.
My syngyng is euere in thee; Y am maad as a greet wonder to many men; and thou art a strong helpere.
8 Wo nkamfo ahyɛ mʼanom ma, mekamfo wʼanimuonyam da mu nyinaa.
My mouth be fillid with heriyng; that Y synge thi glorie, al dai thi greetnesse.
9 Nto me ntwene ɛberɛ a mabɔ akɔkoraa; mʼahoɔden sa me mu a, nnya me.
Caste thou not awei me in the tyme of eldnesse; whanne my vertu failith, forsake thou not me.
10 Ɛfiri sɛ mʼatamfoɔ kasa tia me wɔn a wɔtwɛn sɛ wɔbɛkum me no bom pam me tiri so.
For myn enemyes seiden of me; and thei that kepten my lijf maden counsel togidere.
11 Wɔka sɛ, “Onyankopɔn agya no mu; momma yɛnti no na yɛnkyere no, na obiara nni hɔ a ɔbɛgye no.”
Seiynge, God hath forsake hym; pursue ye, and take hym; for noon is that schal delyuere.
12 Ao Onyankopɔn, mfiri me nkyɛn nkɔ akyiri; Ao me Onyankopɔn, yɛ ntɛm bɛboa me.
God, be thou not maad afer fro me; my God, biholde thou in to myn help.
13 Ma wɔn a wɔbɔ me soboɔ no nsɛe animguaseɛ mu; wɔn a wɔpɛ sɛ wɔpira me no ma ahohora ne animguaseɛ nkata wɔn so.
Men that bacbiten my soule, be schent, and faile thei; and be thei hilid with schenschip and schame, that seken yuels to me.
14 Nanso me deɛ, mɛnya anidasoɔ daa; mɛkɔ so makamfo wo.
But Y schal hope euere; and Y schal adde euere ouer al thi preising.
15 Mɛka wo tenenee ho asɛm, ne wo nkwagyeɛ da mu nyinaa, nanso mennim ano.
Mi mouth schal telle thi riytfulnesse; al dai thin helthe. For Y knewe not lettrure, Y schal entre in to the poweres of the Lord;
16 Ao Otumfoɔ Awurade, mɛba abɛpae mu aka wo nnwuma akɛseɛ no; mɛpae mu aka wo nko ara tenenee akyerɛ.
Lord, Y schal bithenke on thi riytfulnesse aloone.
17 Ao Onyankopɔn, ɛfiri mʼababunu berɛ na wokyerɛkyerɛɛ me, na ɛbɛsi ɛnnɛ yi, meka wʼanwanwadeɛ a woayɛ kyerɛ.
God, thou hast tauyt me fro my yongthe, and `til to now; Y schal telle out thi merueilis.
18 Mpo sɛ mebɔ akɔkoraa na mefu dwono a, Ao Onyankopɔn, nnya me, kɔsi sɛ mɛka wo tumi ho asɛm akyerɛ nkyirimma, ne wo kɛseyɛ akyerɛ wɔn a wɔbɛba nyinaa.
And til in to `the eldnesse and the laste age; God, forsake thou not me. Til Y telle thin arm; to eche generacioun, that schal come. Til Y telle thi myyt,
19 Ao Onyankopɔn, wo tenenee duru sorosoro, wo a woayɛ nneɛma akɛseɛ. Ao Onyankopɔn, hwan na ɔte sɛ wo?
and thi riytfulnesse, God, til in to the hiyeste grete dedis which thou hast do; God, who is lijk thee?
20 Mmom woama mahunu ɔhaw bebree a ɛyɛ yea; nanso wobɛma me nkwa bio; na wobɛyi me bio afiri asase ase.
Hou grete tribulaciouns many and yuele hast thou schewid to me; and thou conuertid hast quykenyd me, and hast eft brouyt me ayen fro the depthis of erthe.
21 Wobɛhyɛ me animuonyam bebree na woakyekye me werɛ bio.
Thou hast multiplied thi greet doyng; and thou conuertid hast coumfortid me.
22 Mede sankuo bɛkamfo wo Ao me Onyankopɔn, wo tenenee enti mɛto wʼayɛyi dwom wɔ sankuten so Ao Israel Kronkronni.
For whi and Y schal knowleche to thee, thou God, thi treuthe in the instrumentis of salm; Y schal synge in an harpe to thee, that art the hooli of Israel.
23 Mʼanofafa de anigyeɛ bɛteam ɛberɛ a meto dwom kamfo woɔ, me a woagye me no.
Mi lippis schulen make fulli ioye, whanne Y schal synge to thee; and my soule, which thou ayen bouytist.
24 Me tɛkrɛma bɛka wo tenenee nnwuma da mu nyinaa, ɛfiri sɛ wɔn a wɔpɛ sɛ wɔha me no kɔ animguaseɛ ne basabasayɛ mu.
But and my tunge schal thenke al dai on thi riytfulnesse; whanne thei schulen be schent and aschamed, that seken yuelis to me.
