Psalms 122

1 A song of degrees, or Psalme of David. I rejoiced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord.

Ɔsoroforo dwom. Dawid de. Me ne wɔn a wosee me sɛ, “Ma yɛnkɔ Awurade fi” no ani gyei.

2 Our feete shall stand in thy gates, O Ierusalem.

Yegyinagyina wʼaponkɛse ano, Yerusalem.

3 Ierusalem is builded as a citie, that is compact together in it selfe:

Wɔakyekyere Yerusalem yiye sɛ kuropɔn wahyehyɛ mu nneɛma fɛfɛ.

4 Whereunto the Tribes, euen the Tribes of the Lord go vp according to the testimonie to Israel, to prayse the Name of the Lord.

Ɛhɔ na mmusuakuw no kɔ, Awurade mmusuakuw no, Wɔkɔkamfo Awurade din, sɛnea nhyehyɛe a wɔde ama Israel no te.

5 For there are thrones set for iudgement, euen the thrones of the house of Dauid.

Ɛhɔ na atemmu nhengua no sisi, Dawid fi nhengua no.

6 Pray for the peace of Ierusalem: let them prosper that loue thee.

Monsrɛ asomdwoe mma Yerusalem se, “Ma wɔn a wɔdɔ wo no nnya bammɔ.

7 Peace be within thy walles, and prosperitie within thy palaces.

Ma asomdwoe mmra wʼafasu mu na bammɔ mmra wʼaban mu.”

8 For my brethren and neighbours sakes I will wish thee now prosperitie.

Me nuanom ne me nnamfonom nti, mɛka se, “Asomdwoe ntena wo mu.”

9 Because of the House of the Lord our God, I will procure thy wealth.

Awurade yɛn Nyankopɔn fi nti, mɛhwehwɛ wo yiyeyɛ.