Psalms 65
1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm [and] Song of David. Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Sion: and unto thee shall the vow be performed.
Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Dawid dwom. Yɛn Nyankopɔn, ayeyi retwɛn wo wɔ Sion, na yebedi yɛn bɔ a yɛahyɛ wo no so.
2 O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee shall all flesh come.
Wo a woyɛ mpaebɔ tiefo, wo nkyɛn na nnipa nyinaa bɛba.
3 Iniquities prevail against me: [as for] our transgressions, thou shalt purge them away.
Bere a yɛn bɔne menee yɛn no, wo na wode yɛn mmarato kyɛɛ yɛn.
4 Blessed [is the man whom] thou choosest, and causest to approach [unto thee, that] he may dwell in thy courts: we shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, [even] of thy holy temple.
Nhyira nka wɔn a wuyi wɔn ma wɔbɛn wo sɛ wɔntena wʼadiwo hɔ! Nneɛma pa a ɛwɔ wo fi ahyɛ yɛn ma, nea ɛwɔ wʼasɔredan kronkron mu no.
5 [By] terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation; [who art] the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are afar off [upon] the sea:
Wode trenee nnwuma a ɛyɛ nwonwa ma yɛn mmuae, Onyankopɔn, yɛn agyenkwa, asase so mmaa nyinaa anidaso ne po so akyirikyiri nso.
6 Which by his strength setteth fast the mountains; [being] girded with power:
Wonam wo tumi so yɛɛ mmepɔw de daa wʼahoɔden adi.
7 Which stilleth the noise of the seas, the noise of their waves, and the tumult of the people.
Wudwudwoo po asorɔkye ano, asorɔkye no mmobɔwee, ne amanaman no hooyɛ.
8 They also that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens: thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.
Wɔn a wɔte akyirikyiri no suro wʼanwonwade; faako a ade kye, nea anwummere yera, wofrɛ ahurusi nnwom wɔ hɔ.
9 Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, [which] is full of water: thou preparest them corn, when thou hast so provided for it.
Wohwɛ asase no gugu so nsu; woma no yɛ asase pa ma ɛboro so. Wode nsu hyɛ Onyankopɔn nsuwansuwa ma sɛnea ɛbɛma nnipa no aduan, efisɛ saa ne nea woahyɛ.
10 Thou waterest the ridges thereof abundantly: thou settlest the furrows thereof: thou makest it soft with showers: thou blessest the springing thereof.
Wofɔw nea woafuntum hɔ no fɔkyee na wokaa nkɔmoa no kataa so; wode nsu petee so ma no yɛɛ bɛtɛɛ na wuhyiraa so afifide.
11 Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; and thy paths drop fatness.
Wode nnɔbae bebree wiee afe no, na wo nteaseɛnam yɛɛ ma buu so.
12 They drop [upon] the pastures of the wilderness: and the little hills rejoice on every side.
Sare so nwura dɔɔso na anigye baa nkoko so.
13 The pastures are clothed with flocks; the valleys also are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, they also sing.
Nguankuw ahyɛ adidibea hɔ ma na awi akata aku no so; wɔbɔ ose, to ahosɛpɛw dwom.
