Psalms 144
1 BY DAVID. Blessed [is] YHWH my Rock, Who is teaching My hands for war, My fingers for battle.
Dawid deɛ. Nkamfoɔ nka Awurade, me Botan, deɛ ɔkyerɛkyerɛ me nsa akodie, na ɔkyerɛkyerɛ me nsateaa akodie.
2 My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
Ɔyɛ mʼadɔeɛ Onyankopɔn ne mʼaban, mʼabandenden ne me ɔgyefoɔ, me kyɛm a mewɔ dwanekɔbea wɔ ne mu; ɔno na ɔka nnipa hyɛ mʼase.
3 YHWH, what [is] man that You know him? The son of man, that You esteem him?
Ao Awurade, hwan ne onipa, a wʼani ku ne ho? Hwan ne onipa ba, a wodwene ne ho yi?
4 Man has been like a breath, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
Onipa te sɛ ahomeɛ; ne nna te sɛ sunsum a ɛretwam.
5 YHWH, incline Your heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
Ao Awurade, firi ɔsoro hɔ na siane bra fam; fa wo nsa ka mmepɔ, na ɛmfiri wisie.
6 Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Your arrows, and trouble them,
Soma anyinam na bɔ atamfoɔ no hwete; to wo mmemma no ma wɔn nnwane.
7 Send forth Your hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
Tene wo nsa firi soro bra fam; gye me na yi me firi nsuo akɛseɛ ho, firi ananafoɔ nsam,
8 Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
wɔn a atorɔ ayɛ wɔn anomu ma, na wɔn nsa nifa yɛ nnaadaa.
9 O God, I sing to You a new song, I sing praise to You on a stringed instrument of ten strings.
Ao Onyankopɔn, mɛto dwom foforɔ ama wo; mɛto dwom wɔ sankuo a nhoma edu gu soɔ so ama wo,
10 Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing His servant David from the sword of evil.
ama Ɔbaako a ɔde nkonimdie ma ahemfo, na ɔgye ne ɔsomfoɔ Dawid firi akofena kɔdiawuo ano.
11 Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth has spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood,
Gye me na yi me firi ananafoɔ nsam, wɔn a atorɔ ayɛ wɔn anomu ma na wɔn nsa nifa yɛ nnaadaa.
12 Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished—the likeness of a palace,
Afei yɛn mmammarima mmeranteberɛ bɛyɛ sɛ afifideɛ a wɔahwɛ so yie, na yɛn mmammaa bɛyɛ sɛ adum a wɔasene de asiesie ahemfie.
13 Our granaries [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
Yɛn asan bɛyɛ ma. Aduane ahodoɔ biara bɛba mu bi. Yɛn nnwan bɛdɔɔso ayɛ mpem mpem, ayɛ mpemdu du wɔ yɛn mfuo so;
14 Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
yɛn anantwie bɛtwe nnuane a ɛdɔɔso na emu yɛ duru. Obiara rentumi nnwiri yɛn afasuo ngu; yɛrenkɔ nkoasom mu, na agyaadwotwa remma yɛn mmɔntene so.
15 O the blessedness of the people that is thus, O the blessedness of the people whose God [is] YHWH!
Nhyira nka nnipa a ɛbɛba mu saa ama wɔn. Nhyira nka nnipa a wɔn Onyankopɔn ne Awurade.
