Psalms 129

1 A Song of Degrees. Many a time have they warred against me from my youth, let Israel now say:

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

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

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

3 The sinners wrought upon my back: they prolonged their iniquity.

Fɛntɛmfo afɛntɛm mʼakyi ayɛ wɔn nkɔmoa atenten.

4 The righteous Lord has cut asunder the necks of sinners.

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

5 Let all that hate Sion be put to shame and turned back.

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

6 Let them be as the grass of the housetops, which withers before it is plucked up.

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

7 Wherewith the reaper fills not his hand, nor he that makes up the 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 that go by say, The blessing of the Lord be upon you: we have blessed 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.”