Psalms 9
1 For the end, a Psalm of David, concerning the secrets of the Son. I will give thanks to you, O Lord, with my whole heart; I will recount all your wonderful works.
Dawid dwom. Awurade, mefi me koma nyinaa mu ada wo ase. Mɛka wʼanwonwade no nyinaa.
2 I will be glad and exult in you: I will sing to your name, O you Most High.
Mɛma mʼani agye na madi ahurusi wɔ wo mu. Mɛto ayeyi dwom ama wo din, Ɔsorosoroni.
3 When mine enemies are turned back, they shall be feeble and perish at your presence.
Mʼatamfo san wɔn akyi; wɔtetew hwe, na wowuwu wɔ wʼanim.
4 For you have maintained my cause and my right; you sat on the throne, that judge righteousness.
Woadi mʼasɛm ama me, na menya mʼahofadi; woatena wʼahengua so, abu atɛntrenee.
5 You have rebuked the nations, and the ungodly one has perished; you have blotted out their name for ever, even for ever and ever.
Woatwe amanaman no aso, na woasɛe amumɔyɛfo. Woapepa wɔn din a wɔrenkae wɔn bio.
6 The swords of the enemy have failed utterly; and you have destroyed cities: their memorial has been destroyed with a noise,
Ɔsɛe a enni awiei ato ɔtamfo no, woatutu wɔn nkuropɔn; na wɔnkae wɔn bio mpo.
7 but the Lord endures for ever: he has prepared his throne for judgment.
Awurade di hene daa daa; wasi nʼatemmu ahengua.
8 And he will judge the world in righteousness, he will judge the nations in uprightness.
Ɔde trenee bebu wiase atɛn; ɔde atɛntrenee bedi nnipa no so.
9 The Lord also is become a refuge for the poor, a seasonable help, in affliction.
Awurade yɛ guankɔbea ma wɔn a wodi wɔn nya no, ɔyɛ abandennen wɔ ahohia mmere mu.
10 And let them that know your name hope in you: for you, O Lord, have not failed them that diligently seek you.
Wɔn a wonim wo din no de wɔn ho bɛto wo so, efisɛ, wo Awurade, wunnyaw obiara a ɔhwehwɛ wo no mu da.
11 Sing praises to the Lord, who dwells in Sion: declare his dealings among the nations.
Monto ayeyi dwom mma Awurade a ɔte ahengua so wɔ Sion; mompae mu nka nea wayɛ wɔ amanaman no mu.
12 For he remembered them, [in] making inquisition for blood: he has not forgotten the supplication of the poor.
Na ɔkae nea ɔtɔ mogya so were no; ommu nʼani ngu ɔbrɛfo sufrɛ so.
13 Have mercy upon me, O Lord; look upon my affliction [which I suffer] of mine enemies, you that lift me up from the gates of death:
Awurade, hwɛ sɛnea mʼatamfo teetee me! Hu me mmɔbɔ na yi me fi owu apon ano,
14 that I may declare all your praises in the gates of the daughter of Sion: I will exult in your salvation.
na matumi apae mu aka wʼayeyi wɔ Ɔbabea Sion apon ano, na madi ahurusi wɔ wo nkwagye no mu hɔ.
15 The heathen are caught in the destruction which they planned: in the very snare which they hid is their foot taken.
Amanaman mufo atɔ amoa a wɔatu no mu; afiri a wosum hintaw no ayi wɔn anan.
16 The Lord is known as executing judgments: the sinner is taken in the works of his hands. (A song of, Pause)
Awurade atɛntrenee da no adi; amumɔyɛfo nsa ano adwuma ayi wɔn.
Amumɔyɛfo san kɔ ɔda mu, amanaman a wɔn werɛ fi Onyankopɔn nyinaa. (Sheol h7585)
18 For the poor shall not be forgotten for ever: the patience of the needy ones shall not perish for ever.
Nanso ɛnyɛ daa na ne werɛ befi ohiani, anaasɛ mmɔborɔni anidaso bɛyera korakora.
19 Arise, O Lord, let not man prevail: let the heathen be judged before you.
Sɔre! Awurade, mma ɔdesani nni nkonim, bu amanaman no atɛn wɔ wʼanim.
20 Appoint, O Lord, a lawgiver over them: let the heathen know that they are men. (Pause)
Bɔ wɔn hu, Awurade; na ma wonhu sɛ, wɔyɛ adesa bi kɛkɛ.
