Psalms 129

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

Ɔsoroforɔ dwom. “Wɔahyɛ me so pii firi me mmɔfraase, ma Israel nka.

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

“Wɔahyɛ me so pii firi me mmɔfraase, nanso wɔntumi nnii me so nkonim.

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

Fentemfoɔ afentem mʼakyi ayɛ wɔn nkofie atentene.

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

Nanso Awurade yɛ ɔteneneeni; Watwitwa amumuyɛfoɔ nhoma afiri me ho.”

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

Ma wɔn a wɔtan Sion nyinaa mfa animguaseɛ nsane wɔn akyi.

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

Ma wɔnyɛ sɛ ɛserɛ a ɛwɔ ɔdan atifi, ɛnnyini na ahye;

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

Ɛremma otwafoɔ nya biribi wɔ ne nsam, na deɛ ɔboaboa ano nso renya hwee nʼabasa so.

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 wɔtwam hɔ nnka sɛ, “Awurade nhyira mmra mo so; yɛhyira mo wɔ Awurade din mu.”