Psalms 129

1 A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

Ɔsoroforɔ dwom. “Wɔahyɛ me so pii firi me mmɔfraase, ma Israel nka.

2 Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

“Wɔahyɛ me so pii firi me mmɔfraase, nanso wɔntumi nnii me so nkonim.

3 Plowers have plowed over my back, They have made their furrows long.

Fentemfoɔ afentem mʼakyi ayɛ wɔn nkofie atentene.

4 YHWH [is] righteous, He has cut apart cords of the wicked.

Nanso Awurade yɛ ɔteneneeni; Watwitwa amumuyɛfoɔ nhoma afiri me ho.”

5 All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward.

Ma wɔn a wɔtan Sion nyinaa mfa animguaseɛ nsane wɔn akyi.

6 They are as grass of the roofs, That withers before it was drawn out,

Ma wɔnyɛ sɛ ɛserɛ a ɛwɔ ɔdan atifi, ɛnnyini na ahye;

7 That has not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

Ɛremma otwafoɔ nya biribi wɔ ne nsam, na deɛ ɔboaboa ano nso renya hwee nʼabasa so.

8 And the passers by have not said, “The blessing of YHWH [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of YHWH!”

Mma wɔn a wɔtwam hɔ nnka sɛ, “Awurade nhyira mmra mo so; yɛhyira mo wɔ Awurade din mu.”