Psalms 21

1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. The king shall joy in thy strength, O LORD; and in thy salvation how greatly shall he rejoice!

Dawid dwom. Awurade, ɔhene di anigye wɔ wʼahoɔden mu. Nʼani gye mmoroso wɔ nkonimdi a woma no nti!

2 Thou hast given him his heart’s desire, and hast not withholden the request of his lips. (Selah)

Woama no nea ne koma pɛ; woamfa nʼabisade ankame no.

3 For thou preventest him with the blessings of goodness: thou settest a crown of fine gold on his head.

Wode nhyira a edi mu hyiaa no na wode sikakɔkɔɔ ankasa ahenkyɛw hyɛɛ no.

4 He asked life of thee, thou gavest it him; even length of days for ever and ever.

Obisaa wo hɔ nkwa, na wode maa no, nna tenten a enni awiei.

5 His glory is great in thy salvation: honour and majesty dost thou lay upon him.

Nkonimdi a woma no nti, nʼanuonyam so; wode kɛseyɛ ne nidi adom no.

6 For thou makest him most blessed for ever: thou makest him glad with joy in thy presence.

Ampa ara, woama no nhyira a ɛnsa da na woama no ahosɛpɛw wɔ wʼanim anigye mu.

7 For the king trusteth in the LORD, and through the lovingkindness of the Most High he shall not be moved.

Ɔhene no de ne ho to Awurade so; Ɔsorosoroni no nokware dɔ no nti, ɔrenhinhim.

8 Thine hand shall find out all thine enemies: thy right hand shall find out those that hate thee.

Wo nsa bɛka wʼatamfo nyinaa; wo nsa nifa beso wɔn a wokyi wo no mu.

9 Thou shalt make them as a fiery furnace in the time of thine anger. The LORD shall swallow them up in his wrath, and the fire shall devour them.

Bere a wubeyi wo ho adi no wobɛyɛ wɔn sɛ fononoo a mu adɔ. Awurade fi nʼabufuwhyew mu bɛmene wɔn, na ne gya no ahyew wɔn.

10 Their fruit shalt thou destroy from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men.

Wobɛtɔre wɔn ase wɔ asase so, na wɔn asefo afi adesamma mu.

11 For they intended evil against thee: they imagined a device, which they are not able to perform.

Ɛwɔ mu sɛ wɔbɔ pɔw tia wo na wɔyɛ nhyehyɛe bɔne, nanso wɔrenni nkonim;

12 For thou shalt make them turn their back, thou shalt make ready with thy bowstrings against the face of them.

efisɛ wobɛma wɔasan wɔn akyi bere a woatwe bɛmma akyerɛ wɔn so no.

13 Be thou exalted, O LORD, in thy strength: so will we sing and praise thy power.

Yɛma wo so, Awurade, wɔ wʼahoɔden mu; yɛbɛto nnwom na yɛakamfo wo kɛseyɛ. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔto no sɛnea wɔto “Adekyee forote” dwom.