Psalms 75

1 Unto you, O God, do we give thanks, unto you do we give thanks: for that your name is near your wondrous works declare.

Asaf dwom. Ao Onyankopɔn, yɛda wo ase, yɛda wo ase, ɛfiri sɛ wo Din abɛn; nnipa ka wʼanwanwadeɛ kyerɛ.

2 When I shall receive the congregation I will judge uprightly.

Woka sɛ, “Me na mehyɛɛ ɛberɛ a ɛsɛ no; ɛyɛ me na mebu atɛntenenee.

3 The earth and all the inhabitants thereof are dissolved: I bear up the pillars of it. (Selah)

Sɛ asase ne ɛso nnipa nyinaa woso a, me na mema nʼafadum gyina hɔ pintinn.

4 I said unto the fools, Deal not foolishly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn:

Meka kyerɛ ahantanfoɔ sɛ, ‘Monnhoahoa mo ho bio,’ na meka kyerɛ amumuyɛfoɔ nso sɛ, ‘Mommma mo mmɛn so.

5 Lift not up your horn on high: speak not with a stiff neck.

Mommma mo mmɛn so ntia ɔsoro; mommfa animtiabuo nkasa.’”

6 For promotion comes neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south.

Obiara mmfiri apueeɛ anaa atɔeɛ anaa ɛserɛ no so a ɔbɛtumi ama obi so.

7 But God is the judge: he puts down one, and sets up another.

Ɛyɛ Onyankopɔn na ɔbu atɛn: Ɔbrɛ ɔbaako ase, na ɔma ɔfoforɔ so.

8 For in the hand of the LORD there is a cup, and the wine is red; it is full of mixture; and he pours out of the same: but the dregs thereof, all the wicked of the earth shall wring them out, and drink them.

Kuruwa bi hyɛ Awurade nsam nsã bi a ɛtwa ahuro a wɔde nnuhwam afra ahyɛ no ma; ɔhwie, na asase so amumuyɛfoɔ nyinaa nom ma ɛka aseɛ puo.

9 But I will declare for ever; I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

Me deɛ, mɛpae mu aka yei daa daa; mɛto ayɛyi dwom ama Yakob Onyankopɔn.

10 All the horns of the wicked also will I cut off; but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.

Mɛbubu amumuyɛfoɔ nyinaa mmɛn, nanso mɛma ateneneefoɔ ahoɔden foforɔ. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ. Wɔde sankuo na ɛtoɔ.