Psalms 129

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

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

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

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

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

Fentemfoɔ afentem mʼakyi ayɛ wɔn nkofie atentene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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