Psalms 144
1 A Psalm. Of David. Praise be to the God of my strength, teaching my hands the use of the sword, and my fingers the art of fighting:
Dawid de. Nkamfo nka Awurade, me Botan, nea ɔma me nsa akodi ho ntetewee, ne me nsateaa ma ɔsa.
2 He is my strength, and my Rock; my high tower, and my saviour; my keeper and my hope: he gives me authority over my people.
Ɔyɛ mʼadɔe Nyankopɔn ne mʼabandennen, me bammɔ ne me gyefo, me kyɛm a mewɔ guankɔbea wɔ no mu, ɔno na ɔka nnipa hyɛ mʼase.
3 Lord, what is man, that you keep him in mind? or the son of man that you take him into account?
Awurade, hena ne onipa a wʼani ku no ho onipa ba a wudwen ne ho yi?
4 Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
Onipa te sɛ ɔhome; ne nna te sɛ sunsuma a ɛretwa mu.
5 Come down, O Lord, from your heavens: at your touch let the mountains give out smoke.
Awurade, fi ɔsoro hɔ na sian bra fam; fa wo nsa ka mmepɔw, na emfi wusiw.
6 With your storm-flames send them in flight: send out your arrows for their destruction.
Soma anyinam na bɔ atamfo no hwete; to wo mmɛmma no ma wonguan.
7 Put out your hand from on high; make me free, take me safely out of the great waters, and out of the hands of strange men;
Teɛ wo nsa fi ɔsoro bra fam; gye me na yi me fi nsu akɛse ho, fi ananafo nsam,
8 In whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.
wɔn a atoro ayɛ wɔn anom ma, na wɔn nsa nifa yɛ nnaadaa.
9 I will make a new song to you, O God; I will make melody to you on an instrument of ten cords.
Onyankopɔn, mɛto dwom foforo ama wo; mɛto dwom wɔ sanku a ahama du gu so so ama wo,
10 It is God who gives salvation to kings; and who kept his servant David from the wounding sword.
ama Ɔbaako a ɔde nkonimdi ma ahemfo, na ogye ne somfo Dawid fi afoawerɛmfo ano.
11 Make me free, and take me out of the hands of strange men, in whose mouths are false words, and whose right hand is a right hand of deceit.
Gye me na yi me fi ananafo nsam, wɔn a atoro ayɛ wɔn anom ma na wɔn nsa nifa yɛ nnaadaa.
12 Our sons are like tall young plants; and our daughters like the shining stones of a king's house;
Afei yɛn mmabarima mmerantebere mu bɛyɛ sɛ afifide a wɔahwɛ so yiye, na yɛn mmabea bɛyɛ sɛ adum a wɔasen de asiesie ahemfi.
13 Our store-houses are full of all good things; and our sheep give birth to thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
Yɛn asan bɛyɛ amaama; aduan ahorow biara bɛba so. Yɛn nguan dodow so bɛto mpem mpem, wɔn so bɛto mpem du du wɔ yɛn mfuw so;
14 Our oxen are well weighted down; our cows give birth safely; there is no going out, and there is no cry of sorrow in our open places.
yɛn anantwi bɛtwe nnesoa duruduru. Wɔrennwiriw afasu, yɛrenkɔ nkoasom mu, na agyaadwotwa remma yɛn mmɔnten so.
15 Happy is the nation whose ways are so ordered: yes, happy is the nation whose God is the Lord.
Nhyira nka nnipa a ɛbɛba mu saa ama wɔn. Nhyira nka nnipa a wɔn Nyankopɔn ne Awurade.
