Psalms 129

1 A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —

Ɔsoroforo dwom. “Wɔahyɛ me so pii afi me mmofraase, ma Israel nka ɛ.

2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.

“Wɔahyɛ me so pii afi me mmofraase, nanso wontumi nnii me so nkonim ɛ.

3 The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

Fɛntɛmfo afɛntɛm mʼakyi ayɛ wɔn nkɔmoa atenten.

4 Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

Nanso Awurade yɛ ɔtreneeni; watwitwa amumɔyɛfo hama afi me ho ama made me ho.”

5 Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;

Ma wɔn a wɔtan Sion nyinaa mfa animguase nsan wɔn akyi.

6 Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,

Ma wɔnnyɛ sɛ sare a ɛwɔ ɔdan atifi, a ennyin na ɛhyew;

7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

na nnɔbaetwafo ntumi nnya biribi mfi mu nhyɛ ne nsa ma, na nea ɔboaboa ano nso nnya hwee nhyɛ nʼabasa ma.

8 Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!

Mma wɔn a wotwa mu wɔ hɔ no nka se, “Awurade nhyira mmra mo so; yehyira mo wɔ Awurade din mu.”