The Message

Psalm 43

11-2 Clear my name, God; stick up for me
    against these loveless, immoral people.
Get me out of here, away
    from these lying degenerates.
I counted on you, God.
    Why did you walk out on me?
Why am I pacing the floor, wringing my hands
    over these outrageous people?

3-4 Give me your lantern and compass,
    give me a map,
So I can find my way to the sacred mountain,
    to the place of your presence,
To enter the place of worship,
    meet my exuberant God,
Sing my thanks with a harp,
    magnificent God, my God.

Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul?
    Why are you crying the blues?
Fix my eyes on God—
    soon I’ll be praising again.
He puts a smile on my face.
    He’s my God.

Nkwa Asem

Nnwom 43

Onipa a wɔatwa no asu mpaebɔ

1O Onyankopɔn, bu me bem na gye me fi nnebɔneyɛfo nsam; gye me fi atorofo ne nnebɔneyɛfo nsam! Wone me hwɛfo. Adɛn nti na woagyaw me? Adɛn nti na ɛsɛ sɛ mekɔ so hu amane wɔ m’atamfo atirimmɔden mu?

Soma wo hann ne wo nokware na enni m’anim mfa me mmra Sion, wo bepɔw Kronkron no so ne wo fi a wote mu no mu. Afei mɛkɔ w’afɔremuka no anim, O Onyankopɔn; wo mu na m’ahotɔ fi. Mɛbɔ me sanku na mato dwom makamfo wo, O Onyankopɔn, me Nyankopɔn. Adɛn nti na me werɛ ahow saa? Adɛn nti na me ho yeraw me saa? Mede me ho bɛto Onyankopɔn so, na bio mɛkamfo no, m’agyenkwa ne me Nyankopɔn.