Psalms 129

1 A song of degrees. They haue often times afflicted me from my youth (may Israel nowe say)

Ɔsoroforo dwom. “Wɔahyɛ me so pii afi me mmofraase, ma Israel nka ɛ.

2 They haue often times afflicted me from my youth: but they could not preuaile against me.

“Wɔahyɛ me so pii afi me mmofraase, nanso wontumi nnii me so nkonim ɛ.

3 The plowers plowed vpon my backe, and made long furrowes.

Fɛntɛmfo afɛntɛm mʼakyi ayɛ wɔn nkɔmoa atenten.

4 But the righteous Lord hath cut the cordes of the wicked.

Nanso Awurade yɛ ɔtreneeni; watwitwa amumɔyɛfo hama afi me ho ama made me ho.”

5 They that hate Zion, shalbe all ashamed and turned backward.

Ma wɔn a wɔtan Sion nyinaa mfa animguase nsan wɔn akyi.

6 They shalbe as the grasse on the house tops, which withereth afore it commeth forth.

Ma wɔnnyɛ sɛ sare a ɛwɔ ɔdan atifi, a ennyin na ɛhyew;

7 Whereof the mower filleth not his hand, neither the glainer his lap:

na nnɔbaetwafo ntumi nnya biribi mfi mu nhyɛ ne nsa ma, na nea ɔboaboa ano nso nnya hwee nhyɛ nʼabasa ma.

8 Neither they, which go by, say, The blessing of the Lord be vpon you, or, We blesse you in the Name of the Lord.

Mma wɔn a wotwa mu wɔ hɔ no nka se, “Awurade nhyira mmra mo so; yehyira mo wɔ Awurade din mu.”