Psalms 21
1 THE king shall joy in thy strength, O Lord; and in thy salvation how greatly shall he rejoice!
Dawid dwom. Ao Awurade, ɔhene no anigye wɔ wʼahoɔden mu. Nʼani gye mmorosoɔ wɔ nkonimdie a wo ma no nti!
2 Thou hast given him his heart’s desire, and hast not withholden the request of his lips. (Selah)
Woama no deɛ nʼakoma pɛ; woamfa nʼabisadeɛ ankame no.
3 For thou preventest him with the blessings of goodness: thou settest a crown of pure gold on his head.
Wode nhyira a ɛdi mu hyiaa no na wode sikakɔkɔɔ amapa ahenkyɛ hyɛɛ no.
4 He asked life of thee, and thou gavest it him, even length of days for ever and ever.
Ɔbisaa wo hɔ nkwa, na wode maa no, nna tentene a ɛnni awieeɛ.
5 His glory is great in thy salvation: honour and majesty hast thou laid upon him.
Nkonimdie a woma no enti, nʼanimuonyam so; wode kɛseyɛ ne anidie adom no.
6 For thou hast made him most blessed for ever: thou hast made him exceeding glad with thy countenance.
Ampa ara, woama no nhyira a ɛnsa da na wo nsrahwɛ ama me ho ahosɛpɛ me.
7 For the king trusteth in the Lord, and through the mercy of the most High he shall not be moved.
Ɔhene no de ne ho to Awurade so; Ɔsorosoroni no nokorɛ dɔ no enti, Ɔhene renhinhim.
8 Thine hand shall find out all thine enemies: thy right hand shall find out those that hate thee.
Wo nsa bɛka wʼatamfoɔ nyinaa; wo nsa nifa bɛsɔ wɔn a wɔkyiri woɔ mu.
9 Thou shalt make them as a fiery oven in the time of thine anger: the Lord shall swallow them up in his wrath, and the fire shall devour them.
Ɛberɛ a wobɛyi wo ho adi no wobɛyɛ wɔn sɛ fononoo a emu adɔ. Awurade firi nʼabufuhyeɛ mu bɛmene wɔn, na ne ogya no ahye wɔn.
10 Their fruit shalt thou destroy from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men.
Wobɛtɔre wɔn ase wɔ asase so, na wɔn asefoɔ afiri adasamma mu.
11 For they intended evil against thee: they imagined a mischievous device, which they are not able to perform.
Ɛwom sɛ wɔbɔ pɔ tia wo na wɔyɛ nhyehyɛeɛ bɔne, nanso wɔrenni nkonim;
12 Therefore shalt thou make them turn their back, when thou shalt make ready thine arrows upon thy strings against the face of them.
ɛfiri sɛ wobɛma wɔasane wɔn akyi ɛberɛ a woatwe bɛmma akyerɛ wɔn so.
13 Be thou exalted, Lord, in thine own strength: so will we sing and praise thy power.
Yɛma wo so, Ao Awurade, wɔ wʼahoɔden mu; yɛbɛto nnwom na yɛakamfo wo kɛseyɛ. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ. Wɔto no sɛdeɛ wɔto “Adekyeeɛ foroteɛ” dwom.
