Psalms 84
1 [For the Chief Musician. On an instrument of Gath. A Psalm by the sons of Korah.] How lovely are your dwellings, LORD of hosts.
Kora mma dwom. Ao Asafo Awurade, wʼatenaeɛ hɔ yɛ ahomeka!
2 My soul longs, yes, yearns for the courts of the LORD. My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
Me kra pere, mpo ɛtɔ piti, sɛ ɔbɛkɔ Awurade adihɔ; mʼakoma ne me honam team frɛ Onyankopɔn ɔteasefoɔ.
3 Yes, the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young, near your altars, LORD of hosts, my King, and my God.
Mpo akasanoma anya fie, na asomfena nso anwono ne pirebuo, baabi a ɔbɛhwane ne mma wɔ beaeɛ bi a ɛbɛn wʼafɔrebukyia, Ao Asafo Awurade, me Ɔhene ne me Onyankopɔn.
4 Blessed are those who dwell in your house. They are ever praising you. (Selah)
Nhyira nka wɔn a wɔte wo fie; na wɔkamfo wo din daa.
5 Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on a pilgrimage.
Nhyira nka wɔn a wɔwɔ wo mu ahoɔden, na wɔde wɔn akoma hyɛ akwantuo ase kɔhwehwɛ wo.
6 Passing through the Valley of Baca, he makes it into a spring. Yes, the autumn rain covers it with blessings.
Sɛ wɔfa Baka Bɔnhwa no mu a, wɔma hɔ yɛ nsuwansuwa; osutɔberɛ nsuo nso de nhyira pii kata asase no so.
7 They go from strength to strength. Everyone of them appears before God in Zion.
Wɔkɔ no ahoɔden so berɛ nyinaa, kɔsi sɛ wɔn mu biara bɛpue Onyankopɔn anim wɔ Sion.
8 LORD, God of hosts, hear my prayer. Listen, God of Jacob. (Selah)
Ao Asafo Awurade, Onyankopɔn tie me mpaeɛbɔ; Ao Yakob Onyankopɔn, yɛ aso ma me.
9 Look, God our shield, look at the face of your anointed.
Ao Onyankopɔn, hwɛ yɛn akokyɛm; fa ahummɔborɔ hwɛ deɛ woasra no ngo no.
10 For a day in your courts is better than a thousand. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
Wʼadihɔ hɔ da korɔ tena yɛ sene nnafua apem wɔ baabi foforɔ; mepɛ sɛ mɛyɛ ɔpono ano hwɛfoɔ wɔ Onyankopɔn fie sene sɛ mɛtena amumuyɛfoɔ ntomadan mu.
11 For the LORD God is a sun and a shield. The LORD will give grace and glory. He withholds no good thing from those who walk blamelessly.
Ɛfiri sɛ Awurade Onyankopɔn yɛ owia ne ɛkyɛm; Awurade hunu mmɔbɔ na ɔhyɛ animuonyam; ɔremfa ade pa biara nkame wɔn a wɔteneɛ.
12 LORD of hosts, blessed is the man who trusts in you.
Ao Asafo Awurade, nhyira nka onipa a ɔde ne ho to wo so. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.
