Psalms 129

1 A song of ascents. Many a time they have persecuted me from my youth— let Israel now declare—

Ɔsoroforo dwom. “Wɔahyɛ me so pii afi me mmofraase, ma Israel nka ɛ.

2 many a time they have persecuted me from my youth, but they have not prevailed against me.

“Wɔahyɛ me so pii afi me mmofraase, nanso wontumi nnii me so nkonim ɛ.

3 The plowmen plowed over my back; they made their furrows long.

Fɛntɛmfo afɛntɛm mʼakyi ayɛ wɔn nkɔmoa atenten.

4 The LORD is righteous; He has cut me from the cords of the wicked.

Nanso Awurade yɛ ɔtreneeni; watwitwa amumɔyɛfo hama afi me ho ama made me ho.”

5 May all who hate Zion be turned back in shame.

Ma wɔn a wɔtan Sion nyinaa mfa animguase nsan wɔn akyi.

6 May they be like grass on the rooftops, which withers before it can grow,

Ma wɔnnyɛ sɛ sare a ɛwɔ ɔdan atifi, a ennyin na ɛhyew;

7 unable to fill the hands of the reaper, or the arms of the binder of sheaves.

na nnɔbaetwafo ntumi nnya biribi mfi mu nhyɛ ne nsa ma, na nea ɔboaboa ano nso nnya hwee nhyɛ nʼabasa ma.

8 May none who pass by say to them, “The blessing of the LORD be on you; we bless you in the name of the LORD.”

Mma wɔn a wotwa mu wɔ hɔ no nka se, “Awurade nhyira mmra mo so; yehyira mo wɔ Awurade din mu.”