Psalms 129

1 [A Song of Ascents.] Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up. Let Israel now say,

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

2 many times they have afflicted me from my youth up, yet they have not prevailed against me.

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

3 The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.

Fentemfoɔ afentem mʼakyi ayɛ wɔn nkofie atentene.

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

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

5 Let them be disappointed and turned backward, all those who hate Zion.

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

6 Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up;

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

7 with which the reaper doesn't fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

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

8 Neither do those who go by say, "The blessing of YHWH be on you. We bless you in the name of YHWH."

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