Psalms 126

1 A Song of Ascents. When Yahweh brought back the captives of Zion, we were like them who dream:

Ɔsoroforo dwom. Bere a Awurade de Sion fi nnommum san bae no, yɛyɛɛ sɛ wɔn a wɔsosoo adae.

2 Then, was our mouth, filled with laughter, and our tongue with a shout of triumph, —Then, said they among the nations, Yahweh, hath done great things, with these!

Ɔserew hyɛɛ yɛn anom ma, anigye nnwom hyɛɛ yɛn tɛkrɛma so ma. Na wɔkaa wɔ amanaman no mu se, “Awurade ayɛ nneɛma akɛse ama wɔn.”

3 Yahweh, hath done great things with us, we are full of joy!

Awurade ayɛ nneɛma akɛse ama yɛn, na anigye ahyɛ yɛn ma.

4 Bring thou back, O Yahweh, our captives, like channels in the South.

Awurade, san fa yɛn siade ma yɛn, te sɛ nsuwansuwa a ɛwɔ Negeb no.

5 They who are sowing with tears, with shouting, shall reap:

Wɔn a wodua no nusu mu no de anigye nnwom betwa.

6 He that, doth indeed go forth, and weep, bearing seed enough to trail along, doth, surely come in, with shouting, bringing his sheaves.

Wɔn a wɔde osu fi adi so aba a wɔrekodua no, de anigye nnwom bɛsan aba a wɔsoso nnɔbae afiafi.