Psalms 45
1 To the Chief Musician. On Shoshannim. For the Sons of Korah. A Psalm of Instruction. A Song of Love. Overflowed hath my heart, with an excellent theme, I will recite my poem concerning the king, Be, my tongue, [like] the pen of a scribe who is skilled.
Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔde “lilie” sanku dwontobea na ɛtoe. Koramma dwom. Ayeforohyia dwom. Botae bi a edi mu akanyan me koma bere a merebɔ ɔhene mmran no; me tɛkrɛma yɛ ɔkyerɛwfo kunini bi kyerɛwdua.
2 Most beautiful thou art, beyond the sons of men, Graciousness hath been poured forth by thy lips, For this cause, hath God blessed thee, to times age-abiding.
Wudi mu koraa wɔ mmarima mu na wɔde adom bi asra wʼano, esiane sɛ Onyankopɔn ahyira wo afebɔɔ no nti.
3 Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O mighty one, [’Tis] thine honour and thy majesty;
Fa wʼafoa bɔ wo nkyɛn mu, okokuroko; fa anuonyam ne kɛseyɛ fura.
4 And, [in] thy majesty, be successful! ride forth! on behalf of faithfulness, and humility—righteousness, And let thine own right hand show thee wonderful things.
Fa wo kɛseyɛ mu kɔ wʼanim nkonimdi so wɔ nokware, ahobrɛase ne trenee mu; ma wo nsa nifa nna wo nnwuma a ɛyɛ nwonwa no adi.
5 Thine arrows, are sharp—Peoples, under thee, fall! In the heart of the foes of the king.
Ma wo bɛmma nnamnam no nhwirew ɔhene atamfo koma mu; na ma amanaman nhwe wʼanan ase.
6 Thy throne, O God, is to times age-abiding and beyond, A sceptre of equity, is the sceptre of thy kingdom.
Ao Onyankopɔn, wʼahengua no bɛtena hɔ daa daa; trenee ahempema bɛyɛ wʼahenni no ahempema.
7 Thou hast loved righteousness, and hated lawlessness, —For this cause, hath God, thine own God, anointed thee, With the oil of gladness, beyond thy partners.
Wodɔ trenee na wukyi bɔne. Ɛno nti Onyankopɔn, wo Nyankopɔn de wo asi wo mfɛfo so, na ɔde anigye ngo asra wo.
8 Myrrh and aloes, cassias, all thy garments, —Out of the palaces of ivory, the tones of strings, have rejoiced thee.
Kurobow, pɛprɛ ne bɛwewonua hua agye wo batakari mu nyinaa; sanku so nnwom a efi ahemfi a wɔde asonse asiesie ho mu ma wʼani gye.
9 Daughters of kings, are among thine honourable women, Stationed is the bride at thy right hand, in gold of Ophir.
Ahemfo mmabea ka wo mmea atitiriw ho; wo nsa nifa so na ayeforo dehye a ɔhyɛ Ofir sikakɔkɔɔ gyina.
10 Hearken, O daughter, and observe, Incline also thine ear, Forget, then, thine own people, And the house of thy father;
Ɔbabea tie, dwene ho, na yɛ osetie; ma wo werɛ mfi wo nkurɔfo ne wo papa fi.
11 When the king shall desire thy beauty, Surely, he, is thy lord, then bow down to him.
Wʼahoɔfɛ asɔ ɔhene no ani; di no ni, efisɛ ɔno ne wo wura.
12 Also, the daughter of Tyre, [cometh in] with a present! Thy face, shall the rich of the people appease.
Tiro Babea de ayɛyɛde bɛba; mmarima adefo bɛdɛfɛdɛfɛ wo.
13 All glorious—the daughter of a king [sitteth] within, Brocades, wrought with gold, [are] her clothing!
Ɔhene babea a ɔwɔ ne pia mu no yɛ onuonyamfo wɔde sikakɔkɔɔ abobɔ nʼatade yuu mu.
14 In embroidered raiment, shall she be brought unto the king—The virgins that follow her, her companions, are to be conducted unto thee:
Ɔhyɛ ntade a wɔadi mu adwinni na wɔde no kɔma ɔhene; ne mfɛfo mmabun di nʼakyi na wɔde wɔn nyinaa brɛ wo.
15 They shall be brought, with rejoicings and exultation, —They shall enter into the palace of the king!
Wɔde ahosɛpɛw ne anigye kɔ mu; wɔhyɛn ɔhempɔn no ahemfi.
16 Instead of thy fathers, be thy sons, Thou shalt make them rulers in all the earth.
Wo mmabarima besi wʼagyanom anan mu wobɛyɛ wɔn mmapɔmma wɔ asase no so nyinaa.
17 I will keep in remembrance thy Name, through each succeeding generation, For this cause, peoples, shall praise thee, to times age-abiding and beyond.
Mɛma wɔakae wo wɔ awo ntoatoaso nyinaa mu; ɛno nti amanaman bɛkamfo wo daa nyinaa.
