Psalms 9
1 Unto the end, for the hidden things of the Son. A psalm for David. I will give praise to thee, O Lord, with my whole heart: I will relate all thy wonders.
Dawid dwom. Awurade, mefi me koma nyinaa mu ada wo ase. Mɛka wʼanwonwade no nyinaa.
2 I will be glad and rejoice in thee: I will sing to thy name, O thou most high.
Mɛma mʼani agye na madi ahurusi wɔ wo mu. Mɛto ayeyi dwom ama wo din, Ɔsorosoroni.
3 When my enemy shall be turned back: they shall be weakened and perish before thy face.
Mʼatamfo san wɔn akyi; wɔtetew hwe, na wowuwu wɔ wʼanim.
4 For thou hast maintained my judgment and my cause: thou hast sat on the throne, who judgest justice.
Woadi mʼasɛm ama me, na menya mʼahofadi; woatena wʼahengua so, abu atɛntrenee.
5 Thou hast rebuked the Gentiles, and the wicked one hath perished: thou hast blotted out their name for ever and ever.
Woatwe amanaman no aso, na woasɛe amumɔyɛfo. Woapepa wɔn din a wɔrenkae wɔn bio.
6 The swords of the enemy have failed unto the end: and their cities thou hast destroyed. Their memory hath perished with a noise.
Ɔsɛe a enni awiei ato ɔtamfo no, woatutu wɔn nkuropɔn; na wɔnkae wɔn bio mpo.
7 But the Lord remaineth for ever. He hath prepared his throne in judgment:
Awurade di hene daa daa; wasi nʼatemmu ahengua.
8 And he shall judge the world in equity, he shall judge the people in justice.
Ɔde trenee bebu wiase atɛn; ɔde atɛntrenee bedi nnipa no so.
9 And the Lord is become a refuge for the poor: a helper in due time in tribulation.
Awurade yɛ guankɔbea ma wɔn a wodi wɔn nya no, ɔyɛ abandennen wɔ ahohia mmere mu.
10 And let them trust in thee who know thy name: for thou hast not forsaken them that seek thee, O Lord.
Wɔn a wonim wo din no de wɔn ho bɛto wo so, efisɛ, wo Awurade, wunnyaw obiara a ɔhwehwɛ wo no mu da.
11 Sing ye to the Lord, who dwelleth in Sion: declare his ways among the Gentiles:
Monto ayeyi dwom mma Awurade a ɔte ahengua so wɔ Sion; mompae mu nka nea wayɛ wɔ amanaman no mu.
12 For requiring their blood he hath remembered the: he hath not forgotten the cry of the poor.
Na ɔkae nea ɔtɔ mogya so were no; ommu nʼani ngu ɔbrɛfo sufrɛ so.
13 Have mercy on me, O Lord: see my humiliation which I suffer from my enemies.
Awurade, hwɛ sɛnea mʼatamfo teetee me! Hu me mmɔbɔ na yi me fi owu apon ano,
14 Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death, that I may declare all thy praises in the gates of the daughter of Sion.
na matumi apae mu aka wʼayeyi wɔ Ɔbabea Sion apon ano, na madi ahurusi wɔ wo nkwagye no mu hɔ.
15 I will rejoice in thy salvation: the Gentiles have stuck fast in the destruction which they have prepared. Their foot hath been taken in the very snare which they hid.
Amanaman mufo atɔ amoa a wɔatu no mu; afiri a wosum hintaw no ayi wɔn anan.
16 The Lord shall be known when he executeth judgments: the sinner hath been caught in the works of his own hands.
Awurade atɛntrenee da no adi; amumɔyɛfo nsa ano adwuma ayi wɔn.
Amumɔyɛfo san kɔ ɔda mu, amanaman a wɔn werɛ fi Onyankopɔn nyinaa. (Sheol h7585)
18 For the poor man shall not be forgotten to the end: the patience of the poor shall not perish for ever.
Nanso ɛnyɛ daa na ne werɛ befi ohiani, anaasɛ mmɔborɔni anidaso bɛyera korakora.
19 Arise, O Lord, let not man be strengthened: let the Gentiles be judged in thy sight.
Sɔre! Awurade, mma ɔdesani nni nkonim, bu amanaman no atɛn wɔ wʼanim.
20 Appoint, O Lord, a lawgiver over them: that the Gentiles may know themselves to be but men.
Bɔ wɔn hu, Awurade; na ma wonhu sɛ, wɔyɛ adesa bi kɛkɛ.
