Psalms 102
1 The prayer of the pauper, when he was anxious, and so he poured out his petition in the sight of the Lord. O Lord, hear my prayer, and let my outcry reach you.
Aberanteɛ mmɔborɔni mpaeɛbɔ. Ɛberɛ a ne home te no na ɔka nʼahometesɛm kyerɛ Awurade. Ao Awurade tie me mpaeɛbɔ; na ma me mmoa ho sufrɛ nnuru wʼanim.
2 Do not turn your face away from me. In whatever day that I am in trouble, incline your ear to me. In whatever day that I will call upon you, heed me quickly.
Mfa wʼanim nhinta me ɛberɛ a mewɔ ahohiahia mu. Brɛ wʼaso ase ma me; na sɛ mesu mefrɛ wo a, gye me so ntɛm.
3 For my days have faded away like smoke, and my bones have dried out like firewood.
Me nkwa nna reyera te sɛ wisie; me nnompe hyehye te sɛ egya.
4 I have been cut down like hay, and my heart has withered, for I had forgotten to eat my bread.
Mʼakoma aboto na akusa sɛ ɛserɛ; na me kɔn nnɔ aduane.
5 Before the voice of my groaning, my bone has adhered to my flesh.
Mʼapinisie denden enti maka honam ne nnompe.
6 I have become like a pelican in solitude. I have become like a night raven in a house.
Mete sɛ ɛserɛ so patuo, te sɛ ɔpatuo a ɔte mmubuiɛ mu.
7 I have kept vigil, and I have become like a solitary sparrow on a roof.
Meda hɔ a, mʼani gu so; mayɛ sɛ anomaa bi a ɔno nko ara si ɛdan atifi.
8 All day long my enemies reproached me, and those who praised me swore oaths against me.
Ɛda mu nyinaa mʼatamfoɔ bɔ me akutia. Wɔn a wɔdi me ho fɛ no bɔ me din de dome.
9 For I chewed on ashes like bread, and I mixed weeping into my drink.
Mede nsõ ayɛ mʼaduane na mede nisuo fra me nsuo mu
10 By the face of your anger and indignation, you lifted me up and threw me down.
ɛsiane wʼabufuhyeɛ denden no enti, woama me so, ayi me asi nkyɛn.
11 My days have declined like a shadow, and I have dried out like hay.
Me nkwa nna te sɛ anwummerɛ sunsum; na mekusa sɛ ɛserɛ.
12 But you, O Lord, endure for eternity, and your memorial is from generation to generation.
Nanso, wo Awurade, woyɛ ɔhene daa daa; na wo din a ahyeta no te hɔ daa awoɔ ntoatoasoɔ nyinaa mu.
13 You will rise up and take pity on Zion, for it is time for its mercy, for the time has come.
Wobɛsɔre na woahunu Sion mmɔbɔ; berɛ aduru sɛ wohunu no mmɔbɔ; ɛberɛ a wohyɛeɛ no aso.
14 For its stones have pleased your servants, and they will take pity on its land.
Nʼaboɔ som bo ma wʼasomfoɔ; ne mfuturo hyɛ wɔn awerɛhoɔ.
15 And the Gentiles will fear your name, O Lord, and all the kings of the earth your glory.
Amanaman no bɛsuro Awurade din; asase so ahemfo nyinaa bɛdi wʼanimuonyam ni.
16 For the Lord has built up Zion, and he will be seen in his glory.
Awurade bɛkyekyere Sion bio, na wapue wɔ nʼanimuonyam mu.
17 He has noticed the prayer of the humble, and he has not despised their petition.
Ɔbɛtie mmɔborɔfoɔ mpaeɛbɔ; na ɔremmu nʼani ngu wɔn sufrɛ so.
18 Let these things be written in another generation, and the people who will be created will praise the Lord.
Montwerɛ yei mma nkyirimma, sɛdeɛ ɛbɛyɛ a wɔn a wɔnnya nwoo wɔn bɛkamfo Awurade;
19 For he has gazed from his high sanctuary. From heaven, the Lord has beheld the earth.
“Awurade hwɛɛ fam firi ne kronkronbea wɔ soro hɔ; ɔfiri soro hwɛɛ asase,
20 So may he hear the groans of those in shackles, in order that he may release the sons of the slain.
sɛdeɛ ɔbɛte nneduafoɔ apinisie na wagyaa wɔn a wɔabu wɔn kumfɔ no.”
21 So may they announce the name of the Lord in Zion and his praise in Jerusalem:
Enti, wɔbɛpae mu abɔ Awurade din wɔ Sion na wɔakamfo no wɔ Yerusalem,
22 while the people convene, along with kings, in order that they may serve the Lord.
ɛberɛ a amanaman ne ahennie ahodoɔ bɛhyiam na wɔasom Awurade.
23 He responded to him in the way of his virtue: Declare to me the brevity of my days.
Ɔmaa me yɛɛ mmerɛ wɔ ɛberɛ a merenyini. Ɔtwaa me nkwa nna so.
24 Do not call me back in the middle of my days: your years are from generation to generation.
Enti mekaa sɛ, “Ao me Onyankopɔn, mfa me nkɔ, wɔ me nkwa nna mfimfini; wo mfeɛ wɔ hɔ daa kɔduru awoɔ ntoatoasoɔ nyinaa mu.
25 In the beginning, O Lord, you founded the earth. And the heavens are the work of your hands.
Ahyɛaseɛ no, wotoo asase fapem, na ɔsoro yɛ wo nsa ano adwuma.
26 They will perish, but you remain. And all will grow old like a garment. And, like a blanket, you will change them, and they will be changed.
Ne nyinaa bɛtwam, na wo deɛ, wobɛtena hɔ daa; wɔbɛtete te sɛ atadeɛ. Wobɛsesa wɔn te sɛ ntoma na wɔbɛto wɔn agu.
27 Yet you are ever yourself, and your years will not decline.
Nanso, wote sɛdeɛ woteɛ, na wo mfeɛ to rentwa da.
28 The sons of your servants will live, and their offspring will be guided aright in every age.
Wʼasomfoɔ mma bɛtena nkwa mu wɔ wʼanim; na wɔn asefoɔ ase bɛtim wɔ wʼanim.”
