Psalms 65
1 TO THE OVERSEER. A PSALM OF DAVID. A SONG. To You, silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, And to You a vow is completed.
Dawid dwom. Ao, Onyankopɔn, ayɛyie retwɛn wo wɔ Sion, na yɛbɛdi yɛn bɔ a yɛahyɛ wo no so.
2 Hearer of prayer, all flesh comes to You.
Ao, wo a woyɛ mpaeɛbɔ tiefoɔ, wo nkyɛn na nnipa nyinaa bɛba.
3 Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions—You cover them.
Ɛberɛ a yɛn bɔne menee yɛn no, wo na wɔde yɛn mmaratoɔ kyɛɛ yɛn.
4 O the blessedness of [him whom] You choose, And draw near, he inhabits Your courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Your house, Your holy temple.
Nhyira nka wɔn a woyi wɔn ma wɔbɛn wo sɛ wɔntena wʼadihɔ hɔ! Nneɛma pa a ɛwɔ wo fie ahyɛ yɛn ma, deɛ ɛwɔ wʼasɔredan kronkron mu no.
5 By fearful things in righteousness You answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off The ends of the earth and sea.
Wode tenenee nnwuma a ɛyɛ nwanwa ma yɛn mmuaeɛ, Ao Onyankopɔn yɛn agyenkwa. Woyɛ asase so afanan nyinaa anidasoɔ ne ɛpo so akyirikyiri nso.
6 Establishing mountains by His power, He has been girded with might,
Wonam wo tumi so yɛɛ mmepɔ de daa wʼahoɔden adi.
7 Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.
Wodwodwoo ɛpo nworosoɔ, asorɔkye no a ɛbobɔ ne amanaman no hooyɛ.
8 And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts Are afraid from Your signs, You cause the outgoings of morning and evening to sing.
Wɔn a wɔte akyirikyiri no suro wʼanwanwadeɛ. Ɛfiri faako a adeɛ kye kɔsi deɛ onwunu dwoɔ, wofrɛ ahurisie nnwom wɔ hɔ.
9 You have inspected the earth, and water it, You make it very rich, the stream of God [is] full of water, You prepare their grain, When thus You prepare it,
Wohwɛ asase no gugu so nsuo; woma no yɛ asase pa ma ɛboro so. Wode nsuo hyɛ Onyankopɔn nsuwansuwa ma sɛdeɛ ɛbɛma nnipa no aduane. Sɛdeɛ woayɛ no nie.
10 Its ridges have been filled, Its furrow has been deepened, You soften it with showers, Its springing up You bless.
Wofɔɔ deɛ woafuntum hɔ fɔkyee na wokaa nkofie no sram so; wode nsuo petee so maa no yɛɛ bɛtɛɛ na wohyiraa ɛso afifideɛ.
11 You have crowned the year of Your goodness, And Your paths drop fatness.
Wode nnɔbaeɛ bebree wiee afe no, na wo nteaseɛnam yɛɛ ma buu so.
12 The pastures of a wilderness drop, And You gird the hills with joy.
Ɛserɛ so wira dɔɔso na anigyeɛ baa nkokoɔ so.
13 The meadows are clothed with the flock, And valleys are covered with grain, They shout—indeed, they sing!
Nnwankuo ahyɛ adidibea hɔ ma na ayuo akata mmɔnhwa no so; wɔbɔ ose, to ahosɛpɛ dwom. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.
