Psalms 129

1 A Song of Ascents. Many a time, have they harassed me from my youth, well may Israel say:

Ɔsoroforo dwom. “Wɔahyɛ me so pii afi me mmofraase, ma Israel nka ɛ.

2 Many a time, have they harassed me from youth, yet have they not prevailed against me.

“Wɔahyɛ me so pii afi me mmofraase, nanso wontumi nnii me so nkonim ɛ.

3 Upon my back, have ploughmen ploughed, They have lengthened their furrow!

Fɛntɛmfo afɛntɛm mʼakyi ayɛ wɔn nkɔmoa atenten.

4 Yahweh, is righteous, He hath cut asunder the cords of the lawless.

Nanso Awurade yɛ ɔtreneeni; watwitwa amumɔyɛfo hama afi me ho ama made me ho.”

5 Let all who hate Zion, be ashamed and shrink back:

Ma wɔn a wɔtan Sion nyinaa mfa animguase nsan wɔn akyi.

6 Let them become like the grass of housetops, which, before it is pulled up, hath withered;

Ma wɔnnyɛ sɛ sare a ɛwɔ ɔdan atifi, a ennyin na ɛhyew;

7 Wherewith no reaper, hath filled his hand, nor binder, his bosom:

na nnɔbaetwafo ntumi nnya biribi mfi mu nhyɛ ne nsa ma, na nea ɔboaboa ano nso nnya hwee nhyɛ nʼabasa ma.

8 Neither have the passers-by ever said, The blessing of Yahweh, be unto you, —We have blessed you in the Name of Yahweh.

Mma wɔn a wotwa mu wɔ hɔ no nka se, “Awurade nhyira mmra mo so; yehyira mo wɔ Awurade din mu.”