The Message

Psalm 53

A David Psalm

11-2 Bilious and bloated, they gas,
    “God is gone.”
It’s poison gas—
    they foul themselves, they poison
Rivers and skies;
    thistles are their cash crop.
God sticks his head out of heaven.
    He looks around.
He’s looking for someone not stupid—
    one man, even, God-expectant,
    just one God-ready woman.

He comes up empty. A string
    of zeros. Useless, unshepherded
Sheep, taking turns pretending
    to be Shepherd.
The ninety and nine
    follow the one.

Don’t they know anything,
    all these impostors?
Don’t they know
    they can’t get away with this,
Treating people like a fast-food meal
    over which they’re too busy to pray?

Night is coming for them, and nightmare—
    a nightmare they’ll never wake up from.
God will make hash of these squatters,
    send them packing for good.

Is there anyone around to save Israel?
    God turns life around.
Turned-around Jacob skips rope,
    turned-around Israel sings laughter.

Nkwa Asem

Nnwom 53

Nnipa amumɔyɛ

1Nkwaseafo ka wɔ wɔn koma mu se, “Onyankopɔn bi nni baabi.” Wɔn nyinaa yɛ amumɔyɛfo a wɔayɛ bɔne akɛseakɛse a wɔn mu baako koraa nni hɔ a ɔyɛ ade pa.

Onyankopɔn hwɛ nnipa mma wɔ fam fi soro hwɛ sɛ obehu anyansafo bi wɔ wɔn mu a wɔbɛsom no. Nanso wɔn nyinaa atwa wɔn ani; wɔn nyinaa yɛ bɔne pɛ. Wɔn mu baako po nyɛ ade trenee; ɔbaako mpo nni hɔ. Onyankopɔn bisa se, “Wonnim anaa? Saa nnebɔneyɛfo yi nnim anaa? Wɔbɔ me nkurɔfo korɔn de tena ase nanso wɔmmɔ me mpae.” Nanso ahopopo bi a ebi nkaa wɔn da bɛka wɔn. Onyankopɔn bɛbɔ ne nkurɔfo atamfo nnompe apansam. Onyankopɔn apo wɔn, na saa ara na Israel bedi wɔn so pasaa ne no. Me mpae ne sɛ, nkonimdi befi Israel aba Sion. Sɛ Onyankopɔn ma ahotɔ ba Israel a, dɛn ahotɔ na wɔrennya?