Psalms 144
1 [By David.] Blessed be YHWH, my Rock, who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to battle:
Dawid deɛ. Nkamfoɔ nka Awurade, me Botan, deɛ ɔkyerɛkyerɛ me nsa akodie, na ɔkyerɛkyerɛ me nsateaa akodie.
2 my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge; who subdues peoples 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 care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
Ao Awurade, hwan ne onipa, a wʼani ku ne ho? Hwan ne onipa ba, a wodwene ne ho yi?
4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
Onipa te sɛ ahomeɛ; ne nna te sɛ sunsum a ɛretwam.
5 Part your heavens, YHWH, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Ao Awurade, firi ɔsoro hɔ na siane bra fam; fa wo nsa ka mmepɔ, na ɛmfiri wisie.
6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
Soma anyinam na bɔ atamfoɔ no hwete; to wo mmemma no ma wɔn nnwane.
7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners;
Tene wo nsa firi soro bra fam; gye me na yi me firi nsuo akɛseɛ ho, firi ananafoɔ nsam,
8 whose mouths speak deceit, Whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
wɔn a atorɔ ayɛ wɔn anomu ma, na wɔn nsa nifa yɛ nnaadaa.
9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
Ao Onyankopɔn, mɛto dwom foforɔ ama wo; mɛto dwom wɔ sankuo a nhoma edu gu soɔ so ama wo,
10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
ama Ɔbaako a ɔde nkonimdie ma ahemfo, na ɔgye ne ɔsomfoɔ Dawid firi akofena kɔdiawuo ano.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose 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 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn 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 storehouses are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
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 will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
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 Blessed are the people who are in such a situation. Blessed are the people whose God is YHWH.
Nhyira nka nnipa a ɛbɛba mu saa ama wɔn. Nhyira nka nnipa a wɔn Onyankopɔn ne Awurade.
