Psalms 129

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

Ɔsoroforɔ dwom. “Wɔahyɛ me so pii firi me mmɔfraase, ma Israel nka.

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

“Wɔahyɛ me so pii firi me mmɔfraase, nanso wɔntumi nnii me so nkonim.

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

Fentemfoɔ afentem mʼakyi ayɛ wɔn nkofie atentene.

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

Nanso Awurade yɛ ɔteneneeni; Watwitwa amumuyɛfoɔ nhoma afiri me ho.”

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

Ma wɔn a wɔtan Sion nyinaa mfa animguaseɛ nsane wɔn akyi.

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

Ma wɔnyɛ sɛ ɛserɛ a ɛwɔ ɔdan atifi, ɛnnyini na ahye;

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

Ɛremma otwafoɔ nya biribi wɔ ne nsam, na deɛ ɔboaboa ano nso renya hwee nʼabasa so.

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 wɔtwam hɔ nnka sɛ, “Awurade nhyira mmra mo so; yɛhyira mo wɔ Awurade din mu.”