Psalms 8

1 For the end, concerning the wine presses, a Psalm of David. O Lord, our Lord, how wonderful is your name in all the earth! for your magnificence is exalted above the heavens.

Dawid dwom. Ao Awurade, yɛn Awurade, wo din kɛseyɛ ada adi ewiase afanan nyinaa. Wode wʼanimuonyam atimtim ɔsoro nohoa,

2 Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings have you perfected praise, because of your enemies; that you might put down the enemy and avenger.

mmɔfra ne nkɔkoaa mpo de wɔn ano kamfo wo, wʼatamfoɔ nti; na wode bɔ atamfoɔ ne weretɔfoɔ ano.

3 For I will regard the heavens, the work of your fingers; the moon and stars, which you have established.

Sɛ mehwɛ wo soro, wo nsateaa ano adwuma; ɔsrane ne nsoromma a wode obiara asi nʼafa a,

4 What is man, that you are mindful of him? or the son of man, that you visit him?

onipa ne hwan a wokae no, na onipa ba nso ne hwan a wʼani ku ne ho?

5 You made him a little less than angels, you have crowned him with glory and honor;

Wobɔɔ no ma ɔyɛɛ akumaa kakra sene abɔfoɔ na wode wʼanimuonyam ne anidie abɔ no abotire.

6 and you have set him over the works of your hands: you have put all things under his feet:

Woyɛɛ no sodifoɔ maa wo nsa ano adwuma wode nneɛma nyinaa ahyɛ ne nan ase:

7 sheep and all oxen, yes and the cattle of the field;

nnwankuo ne nantwikuo nyinaa ne wiram mmoa nso,

8 the birds of the sky, and the fish of the sea, the [creatures] passing through the paths of the sea.

ewiem nnomaa ne ɛpo mu mpataa, deɛ ɛnenam ɛpo mu akwan so nyinaa.

9 O Lord our Lord, how wonderful is your name in all the earth!

Ao, Awurade, yɛn Awurade, wo din yɛ kɛseɛ wɔ asase nyinaa so! Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ. Wɔto no sɛdeɛ wɔto “Ɔba no wuo”.