Psalms 129

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

Ɔsoroforɔ dwom. “Wɔahyɛ me so pii firi me mmɔfraase, ma Israel nka.

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

“Wɔahyɛ me so pii firi me mmɔfraase, nanso wɔntumi nnii me so nkonim.

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

Fentemfoɔ afentem mʼakyi ayɛ wɔn nkofie atentene.

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

Nanso Awurade yɛ ɔteneneeni; Watwitwa amumuyɛfoɔ nhoma afiri me ho.”

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

Ma wɔn a wɔtan Sion nyinaa mfa animguaseɛ nsane wɔn akyi.

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

Ma wɔnyɛ sɛ ɛserɛ a ɛwɔ ɔdan atifi, ɛnnyini na ahye;

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

Ɛremma otwafoɔ nya biribi wɔ ne nsam, na deɛ ɔboaboa ano nso renya hwee nʼabasa so.

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 wɔtwam hɔ nnka sɛ, “Awurade nhyira mmra mo so; yɛhyira mo wɔ Awurade din mu.”