Psalms 65
1 To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. A Song. It is right for you, O God, to have praise in Zion: to you let the offering be made.
Dawid dwom. Ao, Onyankopɔn, ayɛyie retwɛn wo wɔ Sion, na yɛbɛdi yɛn bɔ a yɛahyɛ wo no so.
2 To you, O hearer of prayer, let the words of all flesh come.
Ao, wo a woyɛ mpaeɛbɔ tiefoɔ, wo nkyɛn na nnipa nyinaa bɛba.
3 Evils have overcome us: but as for our sins, you will take them away.
Ɛberɛ a yɛn bɔne menee yɛn no, wo na wɔde yɛn mmaratoɔ kyɛɛ yɛn.
4 Happy is the man of your selection, to whom you give a resting-place in your house; we will be full of the good things out of your holy place.
Nhyira nka wɔn a woyi wɔn ma wɔbɛn wo sɛ wɔntena wʼadihɔ hɔ! Nneɛma pa a ɛwɔ wo fie ahyɛ yɛn ma, deɛ ɛwɔ wʼasɔredan kronkron mu no.
5 You will give us an answer in righteousness by great acts of power, O God of our salvation; you who are the hope of all the ends of the earth, and of the far-off lands of the sea;
Wode tenenee nnwuma a ɛyɛ nwanwa ma yɛn mmuaeɛ, Ao Onyankopɔn yɛn agyenkwa. Woyɛ asase so afanan nyinaa anidasoɔ ne ɛpo so akyirikyiri nso.
6 The God by whose strength the mountains are fixed; who is robed with power:
Wonam wo tumi so yɛɛ mmepɔ de daa wʼahoɔden adi.
7 Who makes the loud voice of the sea quiet, and puts an end to the sound of its waves.
Wodwodwoo ɛpo nworosoɔ, asorɔkye no a ɛbobɔ ne amanaman no hooyɛ.
8 Those in the farthest parts of the earth have fear when they see your signs: the outgoings of the morning and evening are glad because of you.
Wɔn a wɔte akyirikyiri no suro wʼanwanwadeɛ. Ɛfiri faako a adeɛ kye kɔsi deɛ onwunu dwoɔ, wofrɛ ahurisie nnwom wɔ hɔ.
9 You have given your blessing to the earth, watering it and making it fertile; the river of God is full of water: and having made it ready, you give men grain.
Wohwɛ asase no gugu so nsuo; woma no yɛ asase pa ma ɛboro so. Wode nsuo hyɛ Onyankopɔn nsuwansuwa ma sɛdeɛ ɛbɛma nnipa no aduane. Sɛdeɛ woayɛ no nie.
10 You make the ploughed lands full of water; you make smooth the slopes: you make the earth soft with showers, sending your blessing on its growth.
Wofɔɔ deɛ woafuntum hɔ fɔkyee na wokaa nkofie no sram so; wode nsuo petee so maa no yɛɛ bɛtɛɛ na wohyiraa ɛso afifideɛ.
11 The year is crowned with the good you give; life-giving rain is dropping from your footsteps,
Wode nnɔbaeɛ bebree wiee afe no, na wo nteaseɛnam yɛɛ ma buu so.
12 Falling on the grass of the waste land: and the little hills are glad on every side.
Ɛserɛ so wira dɔɔso na anigyeɛ baa nkokoɔ so.
13 The grass-land is thick with flocks; the valleys are full of grain; they give glad cries and songs of joy.
Nnwankuo ahyɛ adidibea hɔ ma na ayuo akata mmɔnhwa no so; wɔbɔ ose, to ahosɛpɛ dwom. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.
