Psalms 21
1 “To the chief musician, a psalm of David.” O Lord, because of thy strength will the king rejoice; and through thy salvation how greatly will he be glad!
Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ. Dawid dwom. Ao Awurade, ɔhene no anigye wɔ wʼahoɔden mu. Nʼani gye mmorosoɔ wɔ nkonimdie a wo ma no nti!
2 The longing of his heart hast thou given him, and the request of his lips hast thou not withholden. (Selah)
Woama no deɛ nʼakoma pɛ; woamfa nʼabisadeɛ ankame no.
3 For thou meetest him unasked with the blessings of happiness: thou settest on his head a crown of pure gold.
Wode nhyira a ɛdi mu hyiaa no na wode sikakɔkɔɔ amapa ahenkyɛ hyɛɛ no.
4 Life hath he asked of thee, thou gavest it to him, length of days for ever and ever.
Ɔbisaa wo hɔ nkwa, na wode maa no, nna tentene a ɛnni awieeɛ.
5 Great is his honor through thy help: glory and majesty thou layest upon him.
Nkonimdie a woma no enti, nʼanimuonyam so; wode kɛseyɛ ne anidie adom no.
6 For thou appointest him to be a blessing for ever: thou makest him glad with joy from thy presence.
Ampa ara, woama no nhyira a ɛnsa da na wo nsrahwɛ ama me ho ahosɛpɛ me.
7 For the king trusteth in the Lord; and through the kindness of the Most High shall he not be moved.
Ɔhene no de ne ho to Awurade so; Ɔsorosoroni no nokorɛ dɔ no enti, Ɔhene renhinhim.
8 Thy hand will reach all thy enemies: thy right hand will reach those that hate thee.
Wo nsa bɛka wʼatamfoɔ nyinaa; wo nsa nifa bɛsɔ wɔn a wɔkyiri woɔ mu.
9 Thou wilt render them as a fiery oven at the time of thy anger: the Lord in his wrath will destroy them, and a fire will devour them.
Ɛberɛ a wobɛyi wo ho adi no wobɛyɛ wɔn sɛ fononoo a emu adɔ. Awurade firi nʼabufuhyeɛ mu bɛmene wɔn, na ne ogya no ahye wɔn.
10 Their fruit wilt thou cause to perish from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men.
Wobɛtɔre wɔn ase wɔ asase so, na wɔn asefoɔ afiri adasamma mu.
11 For they directed against thee evil: they devised a mischievous purpose, which they were not able to perform.
Ɛwom sɛ wɔbɔ pɔ tia wo na wɔyɛ nhyehyɛeɛ bɔne, nanso wɔrenni nkonim;
12 For thou wilt make them turn their back; upon thy bow-strings thou wilt make ready [thy arrows] against their face.
ɛfiri sɛ wobɛma wɔasane wɔn akyi ɛberɛ a woatwe bɛmma akyerɛ wɔn so.
13 Exalt thyself, O Lord, in thy strength; [and] we will sing and praise thy power.
Yɛma wo so, Ao Awurade, wɔ wʼahoɔden mu; yɛbɛto nnwom na yɛakamfo wo kɛseyɛ.
