Psalms 126

1 A song of degrees, or Psalme of David. When ye Lord brought againe the captiuitie of Zion, we were like them that dreame.

Ɔsoroforɔ dwom. Ɛberɛ a Awurade de Sion firi nnommum sane baeɛ no, yɛyɛɛ sɛ nnipa a wɔasoso adaeɛ.

2 Then was our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with ioye: then sayd they among the heathen, The Lord hath done great things for them.

Sereɛ hyɛɛ yɛn anomu ma, anigyeɛ nnwom yɛɛ yɛn tɛkrɛma so ma. Na wɔkaa wɔ amanaman no mu sɛ, “Awurade ayɛ nneɛma akɛseɛ ama wɔn.”

3 The Lord hath done great things for vs, whereof we reioyce.

Awurade ayɛ nneɛma akɛseɛ ama yɛn na anigyeɛ ahyɛ yɛn ma.

4 O Lord, bring againe our captiuitie, as the riuers in the South.

Ao Awurade, sane fa yɛn ahonya ma yɛn, te sɛ nsuwa nsuwa a ɛwɔ Negeb no.

5 They that sowe in teares, shall reape in ioy.

Wɔn a wɔdua no nisuo mu no de anigyeɛ nnwom bɛtwa.

6 They went weeping and caried precious seede: but they shall returne with ioye and bring their sheaues.

Deɛ ɔde osu firi adie na ɔsoa aba kɔdua no, ɔde anigyeɛ nnwom bɛsane aba a ɔso nnɔbaeɛ afiafi.