Psalms 90
1 A prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, you have been a home to us one generation after another.
Onyankopɔn onipa Mose mpaeɛbɔ. Awurade, wo na woayɛ yɛn tenabea awoɔ ntoatoasoɔ nyinaa mu.
2 Before the mountains were born, or the earth and the world were brought forth, from everlasting to everlasting you are God.
Ansa na wɔrebɛbɔ mmepɔ anaasɛ worebɛda asase ne ewiase adi no, na woyɛ Onyankopɔn firi mmerɛsanten kɔsi mmerɛsanten.
3 You bring us back to the dust, you summon mortals to return.
Woma adasamma sane dane mfuturo, ka sɛ, “Ao adasamma, monsane nkɔ mfuturo mu.”
4 For you see a thousand years as the passing of yesterday, as a watch in the night.
Mfirinhyia apem yɛ wʼani so sɛ da koro a abɛsene seesei, anaasɛ anadwo mu dɔnhwereɛ kakraa bi.
5 Your floods sweep them away; they are like a dream, or like grass which sprouts in the morning,
Wopra nnipa kɔ, wɔ owuo nna mu; wɔte sɛ ɛserɛ a afefɛ anɔpa,
6 which blossoms and sprouts in the morning, but by evening is cut and withered.
ɛfefɛ yɛ frɔmfrɔm anɔpa deɛ, nanso anwummerɛ ɛwo na ɛtwintwam.
7 For your anger consumes us, the heat of your wrath confounds us.
Yɛresa wɔ wʼabofuo ano na wʼanibereɛ abɔ yɛn hu.
8 Our sins you have set before you, our secrets in the light of your face.
Wode yɛn amumuyɛ asi wʼanim, na yɛn kɔkoam bɔne da wʼanim hann no mu.
9 For through your wrath our days are declining, we bring our years to an end as a sigh.
Yɛn nna nyinaa twam wɔ wʼabufuhyeɛ mu; na yɛde awerɛhoɔdie na ɛwie yɛn mfeɛ.
10 The span of our life is seventy years, or, if we are strong, maybe eighty; yet is their breadth but empty toil, for swiftly they go, and we fly away.
Yɛn nkwa nna si mfeɛ aduɔson, anaasɛ aduɔwɔtwe, sɛ yɛwɔ ahoɔden a; na emu ahohoahoadeɛ yɛ ɔhaw ne awerɛhoɔ, na ɛtwam ntɛm ntɛm, na yɛtu kɔ.
11 Who lays to heart the power of your anger? Or who stands in reverent awe of your wrath?
Hwan na ɔnim wʼabofuo mu tumi? Wʼabofuhyeɛ yɛ kɛseɛ sɛdeɛ wo ho suro teɛ.
12 O teach us to count our days so our minds may learn wisdom.
Ma yɛnhunu yɛn nna kan sɛdeɛ ɛteɛ, na yɛanya nyansa akoma.
13 Return, O Lord; why so long? Relent on your servants.
Sane bra, Ao Awurade, ɛbɛkɔ so akɔsi da bɛn? Hunu wʼasomfoɔ mmɔbɔ.
14 Grant us your love to the full in the morning, that all our days we may shout for joy.
Ma wʼadɔeɛ a ɛnsa da no mmee yɛn adekyeɛ mu, na yɛde anigyeɛ ato dwom adi ahurisie yɛn nna nyinaa mu.
15 Make us glad for the days you have humbled us, for the evil years we have seen.
Ma yɛn ani nnye nna bebree sɛ nna dodoɔ a wode yɛn kɔɔ amanehunu mu no, sɛ mfirinhyia dodoɔ a yɛhunuu ateeteeɛ no.
16 Let your servants see you in action, show your majesty to their children.
Ma wʼasomfoɔ nhunu wo nneyɛɛ na wɔn mma nhunu wʼanimuonyam.
17 Let the grace of the Lord our God be upon us, uphold what our hands are striving to do.
Ma Awurade yɛn Onyankopɔn adom no ntena yɛn so; na yɛn nsa ano adwuma nyɛ yie mma yɛn aane, yɛn nsa ano adwuma nyɛ yie.
