Psalms 77
1 Unto the end. For Jeduthun. A Psalm of Asaph. I cried out to the Lord with my voice, to God with my voice, and he attended to me.
Asaf dwom. Mesu mefrɛɛ Onyankopɔn srɛɛ mmoa; mesu mefrɛɛ no sɛ ɔntie me.
2 In the days of my tribulation, I sought God, with my hands opposite him in the night, and I was not deceived. My soul refused to be consoled.
Ɛberɛ a mewɔ ahohiahia mu no, mehwehwɛɛ Awurade; metrɛɛ me nsa a ɛmpa aba mu anadwo na me kra ampene sɛ wɔbɛkyekye ne werɛ.
3 I was mindful of God, and I was delighted, and I was distressed, and my spirit fell away.
Ao Onyankopɔn mekaee wo, na mesii apinie; medwendweneeɛ, na me honhom tɔɔ piti.
4 My eyes anticipated the vigils. I was disturbed, and I did not speak.
Woamma mʼani ankum; amanehunu dodoɔ enti, mantumi ankasa.
5 I considered the days of antiquity, and I held the years of eternity in my mind.
Medwenee nna a atwam no ho, teteete mfeɛ no ho;
6 And I meditated in the night with my heart, and I was distressed, and I examined my spirit.
mekaee me nnwom a na meto no anadwo. Mʼakoma dwenee ho na me honhom bisaa sɛ:
7 So then, will God reject for eternity? Will he not continue to allow himself to show favor?
“Enti, Awurade bɛpo yɛn daa? Ɔrenhunu yɛn mmɔbɔ bio anaa?
8 Or, will he cut off his mercy in the end, from generation to generation?
Nʼadɔeɛ a ɛnsa da atu ayera koraa anaa? Na ne bɔhyɛ no, amma mu koraa anaa?
9 And would God ever forget to be merciful? Or, would he, in his wrath, restrict his mercies?
Onyankopɔn werɛ afiri sɛ ɔbɛyɛ mmɔborɔhunufoɔ anaa? Abufuo enti ne yam nhyehye no bio anaa?”
10 And I said, “Now I have begun. This change is from the right hand of the Most High.”
Afei, medwenee sɛ, “Onyankopɔn Ɔsorosoroni, deɛ ɛhyɛ me kra so ne sɛ, wommfa wo tete nsa nifa no mmoa yɛn bio.”
11 I was mindful of the works of the Lord. For I will be mindful from the beginning of your wonders,
Mɛkae nneɛma a Awurade ayɛ; aane, mɛkae wʼanwanwadeɛ a woyɛɛ tete no.
12 and I will meditate on all your works. And I will take part in your intentions.
Mɛdwene wo nnwuma nyinaa ho na masusu wo nneyɛɛ akɛseɛ nyinaa ho.
13 Your way, O God, is in what is holy. Which God is great like our God?
Ao Onyankopɔn, wʼakwan yɛ kronn. Onyame bɛn na ɔso sɛ yɛn Onyankopɔn?
14 You are the God who performs miracles. You have made your virtue known among the peoples.
Wone Onyankopɔn a woyɛ anwanwadeɛ; wokyerɛ wo tumi wɔ aman mu.
15 With your arm, you have redeemed your people, the sons of Jacob and of Joseph.
Wode wo tumi nsa no gyee wo nkurɔfoɔ, Yakob ne Yosef asefoɔ no.
16 The waters saw you, O God, the waters saw you, and they were afraid, and the depths were stirred up.
Ao Onyankopɔn, nsuo no hunuu wo, nsuo no hunuu wo na wɔpopoeɛ; ebunu no mpo ho wosoeɛ.
17 Great was the sound of the waters. The clouds uttered a voice. For your arrows also pass by.
Omununkum tɔɔ nsuo, aprannaa gyegyee wɔ soro; na wo bɛmma twaa ogya dii akɔneaba.
18 The voice of your thunder is like a wheel. Your flashes have illuminated the whole world. The earth has quaked and trembled.
Wʼaprannaa boboom wɔ twahoframa no mu, wʼanyinam hyerɛn ewiase; asase popoeɛ na ɛwosoeɛ.
19 Your way is through the sea, and your paths are through many waters. And your traces will not be known.
Wode wo kwan faa ɛpo mu, wode faa nsuo kɛseɛ mu, nanso wɔanhunu wʼanammɔn.
20 You have conducted your people like sheep, by the hand of Moses and Aaron.
Wonam Mose ne Aaron so dii wo nkurɔfoɔ anim sɛ nnwankuo.
