Psalms 75

1 To the chief Musician, Al-taschith, A Psalm [or] Song of Asaph. Unto thee, O God, do we give thanks, [unto thee] do we give thanks: for [that] thy name is near thy 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 [cometh] 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 putteth down one, and setteth 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 poureth 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.