Psalms 129

1 A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth, may Israel now say:

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

2 Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth: yet they have not prevailed against me.

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

3 The plowers plowed upon my back: they made long their furrows.

Fɛntɛmfo afɛntɛm mʼakyi ayɛ wɔn nkɔmoa atenten.

4 The LORD [is] righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

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

5 Let them all be confounded and turned back that hate Zion.

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

6 Let them be as the grass [upon] the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up:

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

7 Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.

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

8 Neither do they which go by say, The blessing of the LORD [be] upon you: we bless 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.”