Psalms 9
1 [For the choir director; according to Muth-labben. A Psalm by David.] I will give thanks to the LORD with my whole heart. I will tell of all your marvelous works.
Dawid dwom. Ao Awurade, mefiri mʼakoma nyinaa mu mekamfo wo. Mɛka wʼanwanwadeɛ no nyinaa.
2 I will be glad and rejoice in you. I will sing praise to your name, O Most High.
Mɛma mʼani agye na madi ahurisie wɔ wo mu. Mɛto ayɛyie dwom ama wo din, Ao Ɔsorosoroni.
3 When my enemies turn back, they stumble and perish in your presence.
Mʼatamfoɔ sane wɔn akyi; wɔtete hwe, na wɔwuwu wɔ wʼanim.
4 For you have upheld my just cause. You sit on the throne judging righteously.
Woadi mʼasɛm ama me, na mɛnya mʼahofadie; woatena wʼahennwa so, abu atɛntenenee.
5 You have rebuked the nations. You have destroyed the wicked. You have blotted out their name forever and ever.
Woatwe amanaman no aso, na woasɛe amumuyɛfoɔ. Woapepa wɔn din a wɔrenkae wɔn bio.
6 The enemy is overtaken by endless ruin; and the very memory of the cities which you have overthrown has perished.
Ɔsɛeɛ a ɛnni awieeɛ ato ɔtamfoɔ no, woatutu wɔn nkuropɔn; na wɔnnkae wɔn bio mpo.
7 But the LORD reigns forever. He has prepared his throne for judgment.
Awurade di ɔhene daa daa; wasi nʼatemmuo ahennwa.
8 And he will judge the world in righteousness. He will judge the peoples with equity.
Ɔde tenenee bɛbu ewiase atɛn; ɔde atɛntenenee bɛdi nnipa no so.
9 The LORD will also be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble.
Awurade yɛ dwanekɔbea ma wɔn a wɔhyɛ wɔn so, ɔyɛ abandenden wɔ ahohia mmrɛ mu.
10 And those who know your name will put their trust in you, for you, LORD, have not forsaken those who seek you.
Wɔn a wɔnim wo din no de wɔn ho bɛto wo so, ɛfiri sɛ, wo Awurade, wonnyaa obiara a ɔhwehwɛ wo no mu da.
11 Sing praises to the LORD, who dwells in Zion, and declare among the people what he has done.
Monto ayɛyie dwom mma Awurade a ɔte ahennwa so wɔ Sion; mompae mu nka deɛ wayɛ wɔ amanaman no mu.
12 For he who takes revenge against murderers remembers them. He doesn't forget the cry of the afflicted.
Na ɔkae deɛ ɔtɔ mogya so were no; ɔmmu nʼani ngu ɔbrɛfoɔ sufrɛ so.
13 Have mercy on me, LORD. See my affliction by those who hate me. You lift me up from the gates of death,
Ao Awurade, hwɛ sɛdeɛ mʼatamfoɔ teetee me! Hu me mmɔbɔ na yi me firi owuo apono ano,
14 so that I may tell all your praise in the gates of the daughter of Zion. I will rejoice in your salvation.
na matumi apae mu aka wʼayɛyie wɔ Ɔbabaa Sion apono ano na ɛhɔ, madi ahurisie wɔ wo nkwagyeɛ no mu.
15 The nations have fallen into the pit they had made. In the net which they hid, their feet are caught.
Aman amanmufoɔ atɔ amena a wɔatu no mu; afidie a wɔsum hintaaeɛ no ayi wɔn nan.
16 The LORD has made himself known. He has executed judgment. The wicked is snared by the work of his own hands. (Higgaion, Selah)
Awurade atɛntenenee da no adi; amumuyɛfoɔ nsa ano adwuma ayi wɔn.
Amumuyɛfoɔ sane kɔ damena mu, amanaman a wɔn werɛ firi Onyankopɔn nyinaa. (Sheol h7585)
18 For the needy shall not always be forgotten; the hope of the poor shall not perish forever.
Nanso ɛnyɛ daa na ne werɛ bɛfiri ohiani, anaa sɛ mmɔborɔni anidasoɔ bɛyera korakora.
19 Arise, LORD. Do not let man prevail. Let the nations be judged in your presence.
Sɔre! Ao Awurade, mma ɔdasani nni nkonim, bu amanaman no atɛn wɔ wʼanim.
20 Terrify them, LORD. Let the nations know that they are only human. (Selah)
Hunahuna wɔn, Ao Awurade; na ma wɔnhunu sɛ, wɔyɛ adasamma.
