Psalms 45
1 “To the chief musician upon Shoshannim, by the sons of Korach, a Maskil, a song of love.” My heart swelleth with a good speech; I say, “My works shall be for the king:” my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔde “lilie” sanku dwontobea na ɛtoe. Koramma dwom. Ayeforohyia dwom. Botae bi a edi mu akanyan me koma bere a merebɔ ɔhene mmran no; me tɛkrɛma yɛ ɔkyerɛwfo kunini bi kyerɛwdua.
2 Thou art more fair than the children of men; grace is poured out over thy lips: therefore hath God blessed thee for ever.
Wudi mu koraa wɔ mmarima mu na wɔde adom bi asra wʼano, esiane sɛ Onyankopɔn ahyira wo afebɔɔ no nti.
3 Gird thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty one, [it is] thy glory and thy majesty;
Fa wʼafoa bɔ wo nkyɛn mu, okokuroko; fa anuonyam ne kɛseyɛ fura.
4 Yea, it is thy majesty: be prosperous, ride along for the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness; and fearful things shall thy right hand teach thee.
Fa wo kɛseyɛ mu kɔ wʼanim nkonimdi so wɔ nokware, ahobrɛase ne trenee mu; ma wo nsa nifa nna wo nnwuma a ɛyɛ nwonwa no adi.
5 Thy sharpened arrows—people will fall down beneath thee—[will enter] into the heart of the king's enemies.
Ma wo bɛmma nnamnam no nhwirew ɔhene atamfo koma mu; na ma amanaman nhwe wʼanan ase.
6 Thy throne, given of God, endureth for ever and ever: the sceptre of equity is the sceptre of thy kingdom.
Ao Onyankopɔn, wʼahengua no bɛtena hɔ daa daa; trenee ahempema bɛyɛ wʼahenni no ahempema.
7 Thou lovest righteousness, and hatest wickedness: therefore hath God, thy God, anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy associates.
Wodɔ trenee na wukyi bɔne. Ɛno nti Onyankopɔn, wo Nyankopɔn de wo asi wo mfɛfo so, na ɔde anigye ngo asra wo.
8 Of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia are [fragrant] all thy garments: out of palaces of ivory have they made thee joyful with the sound of music.
Kurobow, pɛprɛ ne bɛwewonua hua agye wo batakari mu nyinaa; sanku so nnwom a efi ahemfi a wɔde asonse asiesie ho mu ma wʼani gye.
9 Kings' daughters are among those dear to thee: the queen standeth on thy right hand in fine gold of Ophir.
Ahemfo mmabea ka wo mmea atitiriw ho; wo nsa nifa so na ayeforo dehye a ɔhyɛ Ofir sikakɔkɔɔ gyina.
10 Hearken, O daughter, and look, and incline thy ear, and forget thy own people, and thy father's house:
Ɔbabea tie, dwene ho, na yɛ osetie; ma wo werɛ mfi wo nkurɔfo ne wo papa fi.
11 Then will the king long for thy beauty; for he is thy Lord; and bow thyself to him.
Wʼahoɔfɛ asɔ ɔhene no ani; di no ni, efisɛ ɔno ne wo wura.
12 And the daughter of Tyre shall be there with a gift: the rich among the people shall entreat thy favor.
Tiro Babea de ayɛyɛde bɛba; mmarima adefo bɛdɛfɛdɛfɛ wo.
13 All gloriously attired awaiteth the king's daughter in the inner chamber: of wrought gold is her garment.
Ɔhene babea a ɔwɔ ne pia mu no yɛ onuonyamfo wɔde sikakɔkɔɔ abobɔ nʼatade yuu mu.
14 In embroidered clothes will she be brought unto the king: virgins that follow her, her companions, are brought unto thee.
Ɔhyɛ ntade a wɔadi mu adwinni na wɔde no kɔma ɔhene; ne mfɛfo mmabun di nʼakyi na wɔde wɔn nyinaa brɛ wo.
15 They are led forth with rejoicings and gladness, they enter into the palace of the king.
Wɔde ahosɛpɛw ne anigye kɔ mu; wɔhyɛn ɔhempɔn no ahemfi.
16 Instead of thy fathers shall be thy children: thou wilt appoint them as princes in all the land.
Wo mmabarima besi wʼagyanom anan mu wobɛyɛ wɔn mmapɔmma wɔ asase no so nyinaa.
17 I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations: therefore shall the people praise thee for ever and ever.
Mɛma wɔakae wo wɔ awo ntoatoaso nyinaa mu; ɛno nti amanaman bɛkamfo wo daa nyinaa.
