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.

Ɔsoroforɔ dwom. Dawid deɛ. Ɛberɛ a wɔsee me sɛ, “Ma yɛnkɔ Awurade fie” no, mʼani gyeeɛ.

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

Yɛgyinagyina wʼapono ano, Ao Yerusalem.

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

Wɔakyekyere Yerusalem yie sɛ kuropɔn. Wɔahyehyɛ 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 mmusuakuo no korɔ, Awurade mmusuakuo no. Wɔkɔkamfo Awurade din sɛdeɛ nhyehyɛeɛ a wɔde ama Israel no teɛ.

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

Ɛhɔ na atemmuo nhennwa no sisi, Dawid fie nhennwa no.

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

Monsrɛ asomdwoeɛ mma Yerusalem sɛ, “Ma wɔn a wɔdɔ wo no nnya banbɔ.

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

Ma asomdwoeɛ mmra wʼafasuo mu na banbɔ mmra wʼabankɛsewa mu.”

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

Me nuanom ne me nnamfonom enti, meka sɛ, “Asomdwoeɛ ntena wo mu.”

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

Awurade yɛn Onyankopɔn fie enti, mɛhwehwɛ wo nkɔsoɔ.