Psalms 84
1 Unto the end. For the wine and oil presses. A Psalm to the sons of Korah. How beloved are your tabernacles, O Lord of hosts!
Kora mma dwom. Ao Asafo Awurade, wʼatenaeɛ hɔ yɛ ahomeka!
2 My soul longs and faints for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my flesh have exulted in the living God.
Me kra pere, mpo ɛtɔ piti, sɛ ɔbɛkɔ Awurade adihɔ; mʼakoma ne me honam team frɛ Onyankopɔn ɔteasefoɔ.
3 For even the sparrow has found a home for himself, and the turtle-dove a nest for herself, where she may lay her young: your altars, O Lord of hosts, my king and my God.
Mpo akasanoma anya fie, na asomfena nso anwono ne pirebuo, baabi a ɔbɛhwane ne mma wɔ beaeɛ bi a ɛbɛn wʼafɔrebukyia, Ao Asafo Awurade, me Ɔhene ne me Onyankopɔn.
4 Blessed are those who dwell in your house, O Lord. They will praise you from age to age.
Nhyira nka wɔn a wɔte wo fie; na wɔkamfo wo din daa.
5 Blessed is the man whose help is from you. In his heart, he is disposed to ascend
Nhyira nka wɔn a wɔwɔ wo mu ahoɔden, na wɔde wɔn akoma hyɛ akwantuo ase kɔhwehwɛ wo.
6 from the valley of tears, from the place which he has determined.
Sɛ wɔfa Baka Bɔnhwa no mu a, wɔma hɔ yɛ nsuwansuwa; osutɔberɛ nsuo nso de nhyira pii kata asase no so.
7 For even the lawgiver will provide a blessing; they will go from virtue to virtue. The God of gods will be seen in Zion.
Wɔkɔ no ahoɔden so berɛ nyinaa, kɔsi sɛ wɔn mu biara bɛpue Onyankopɔn anim wɔ Sion.
8 O Lord, God of hosts, hear my prayer. Pay attention, O God of Jacob.
Ao Asafo Awurade, Onyankopɔn tie me mpaeɛbɔ; Ao Yakob Onyankopɔn, yɛ aso ma me.
9 O God, gaze upon our protector, and look upon the face of your Christ.
Ao Onyankopɔn, hwɛ yɛn akokyɛm; fa ahummɔborɔ hwɛ deɛ woasra no ngo no.
10 For one day in your courts is better than thousands elsewhere. I have chosen to be lowly in the house of my God, rather than to dwell in the tabernacles of sinners.
Wʼadihɔ hɔ da korɔ tena yɛ sene nnafua apem wɔ baabi foforɔ; mepɛ sɛ mɛyɛ ɔpono ano hwɛfoɔ wɔ Onyankopɔn fie sene sɛ mɛtena amumuyɛfoɔ ntomadan mu.
11 For God loves mercy and truth. The Lord will give grace and glory.
Ɛfiri sɛ Awurade Onyankopɔn yɛ owia ne ɛkyɛm; Awurade hunu mmɔbɔ na ɔhyɛ animuonyam; ɔremfa ade pa biara nkame wɔn a wɔteneɛ.
12 He will not withhold good things from those who walk in innocence. O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man who hopes in you.
Ao Asafo Awurade, nhyira nka onipa a ɔde ne ho to wo so. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.
