Psalms 90
1 A prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, through every generation, you have been “home” for us!
Onyankopɔn onipa Mose mpaeɛbɔ. Awurade, wo na woayɛ yɛn tenabea awoɔ ntoatoasoɔ nyinaa mu.
2 Before the mountains were born, before you gave birth to the earth and the universe, from eternity past to eternity future, you are God.
Ansa na wɔrebɛbɔ mmepɔ anaasɛ worebɛda asase ne ewiase adi no, na woyɛ Onyankopɔn firi mmerɛsanten kɔsi mmerɛsanten.
3 You turn people back into dust, saying, “Return to dust, human beings.”
Woma adasamma sane dane mfuturo, ka sɛ, “Ao adasamma, monsane nkɔ mfuturo mu.”
4 In your eyes, a thousand years are like a day that's already gone; like a few passing hours of the night.
Mfirinhyia apem yɛ wʼani so sɛ da koro a abɛsene seesei, anaasɛ anadwo mu dɔnhwereɛ kakraa bi.
5 You bring people's lives to a sudden end, like dreams that vanish. They are like grass that grows up in the morning—
Wopra nnipa kɔ, wɔ owuo nna mu; wɔte sɛ ɛserɛ a afefɛ anɔpa,
6 it sprouts in the morning, fresh and new, but by the evening it is withered and dead.
ɛfefɛ yɛ frɔmfrɔm anɔpa deɛ, nanso anwummerɛ ɛwo na ɛtwintwam.
7 We are burned up by your anger, terrified by your fury.
Yɛresa wɔ wʼabofuo ano na wʼanibereɛ abɔ yɛn hu.
8 You have set out our sins before you—our secret sins are visible in the light of your presence.
Wode yɛn amumuyɛ asi wʼanim, na yɛn kɔkoam bɔne da wʼanim hann no mu.
9 Our lives fade away under your anger, coming to an end as quickly as a sigh.
Yɛn nna nyinaa twam wɔ wʼabufuhyeɛ mu; na yɛde awerɛhoɔdie na ɛwie yɛn mfeɛ.
10 We live for seventy years—eighty if we have the strength. But even in the prime of life all that we have is hardship and suffering. Soon our lives are over and we're gone.
Yɛn nkwa nna si mfeɛ aduɔson, anaasɛ aduɔwɔtwe, sɛ yɛwɔ ahoɔden a; na emu ahohoahoadeɛ yɛ ɔhaw ne awerɛhoɔ, na ɛtwam ntɛm ntɛm, na yɛtu kɔ.
11 Who can know the power of your anger? Who understands your fury so you can be shown reverence?
Hwan na ɔnim wʼabofuo mu tumi? Wʼabofuhyeɛ yɛ kɛseɛ sɛdeɛ wo ho suro teɛ.
12 Teach us to value every one of our days so we can live wisely!
Ma yɛnhunu yɛn nna kan sɛdeɛ ɛteɛ, na yɛanya nyansa akoma.
13 Lord, how long will it be before you come back to us and have pity on us your servants?
Sane bra, Ao Awurade, ɛbɛkɔ so akɔsi da bɛn? Hunu wʼasomfoɔ mmɔbɔ.
14 Show us every morning your trustworthy love so we may be happy, full of joy throughout our lives.
Ma wʼadɔeɛ a ɛnsa da no mmee yɛn adekyeɛ mu, na yɛde anigyeɛ ato dwom adi ahurisie yɛn nna nyinaa mu.
15 Make us glad for as many days as you made us sad, for all the years we suffered!
Ma yɛn ani nnye nna bebree sɛ nna dodoɔ a wode yɛn kɔɔ amanehunu mu no, sɛ mfirinhyia dodoɔ a yɛhunuu ateeteeɛ no.
16 May we, your servants, see you at work for us again; may our children see your glory.
Ma wʼasomfoɔ nhunu wo nneyɛɛ na wɔn mma nhunu wʼanimuonyam.
17 May our Lord God be pleased with us, blessing what we do, blessing what we do.
Ma Awurade yɛn Onyankopɔn adom no ntena yɛn so; na yɛn nsa ano adwuma nyɛ yie mma yɛn aane, yɛn nsa ano adwuma nyɛ yie.
