Psalms 77
1 To the Chief Musician. On "Jeduthun." Asaph’s, a Melody. With my voice—unto God, will I make outcry, With my voice unto God, and he will give ear unto me;
Asaf dwom. Mesu mefrɛɛ Onyankopɔn srɛɛ mmoa; mesu mefrɛɛ no sɛ ɔntie me.
2 In the day of my distress—unto My Lord, will I seek, My hand, by night, hath been outstretched and never once became slack, My soul, hath refused to be consoled;
Ɛberɛ a mewɔ ahohiahia mu no, mehwehwɛɛ Awurade; metrɛɛ me nsa a ɛmpa aba mu anadwo na me kra ampene sɛ wɔbɛkyekye ne werɛ.
3 I remember God and I murmur, I muse, and my spirit swooneth. (Selah)
Ao Onyankopɔn mekaee wo, na mesii apinie; medwendweneeɛ, na me honhom tɔɔ piti.
4 Thou hast held, watching, mine eyes, I was driven to and fro, and could not speak;
Woamma mʼani ankum; amanehunu dodoɔ enti, mantumi ankasa.
5 I reasoned, Of the days of aforetime, Of the years of by-gone ages;
Medwenee nna a atwam no ho, teteete mfeɛ no ho;
6 I remember my song in the night, —With my own heart, I commune, And my spirit, maketh search: —
mekaee me nnwom a na meto no anadwo. Mʼakoma dwenee ho na me honhom bisaa sɛ:
7 For ages, will My Lord reject? And, not again, grant acceptance any more?
“Enti, Awurade bɛpo yɛn daa? Ɔrenhunu yɛn mmɔbɔ bio anaa?
8 Hath his lovingkindness, come to a perpetual end? Hath his word failed to generation after generation?
Nʼadɔeɛ a ɛnsa da atu ayera koraa anaa? Na ne bɔhyɛ no, amma mu koraa anaa?
9 Hath GOD, forgotten to show favour? Or hath he shut up, in anger, his compassions? (Selah)
Onyankopɔn werɛ afiri sɛ ɔbɛyɛ mmɔborɔhunufoɔ anaa? Abufuo enti ne yam nhyehye no bio anaa?”
10 Then said I—An affliction to me, it is, The changing of the right hand of the Most High.
Afei, medwenee sɛ, “Onyankopɔn Ɔsorosoroni, deɛ ɛhyɛ me kra so ne sɛ, wommfa wo tete nsa nifa no mmoa yɛn bio.”
11 I will remember the doings of Yah, Surely I will remember, out of aforetime, thy wonderful way;
Mɛkae nneɛma a Awurade ayɛ; aane, mɛkae wʼanwanwadeɛ a woyɛɛ tete no.
12 And will talk to myself of all thy work, And, of thy doings, will I muse: —
Mɛdwene wo nnwuma nyinaa ho na masusu wo nneyɛɛ akɛseɛ nyinaa ho.
13 O God, in the sanctuary, is thy way, —Who is a great GOD like Elohim?
Ao Onyankopɔn, wʼakwan yɛ kronn. Onyame bɛn na ɔso sɛ yɛn Onyankopɔn?
14 Thou, art GOD, doing wonderfully, —Thou hast made known, among the peoples, thy might;
Wone Onyankopɔn a woyɛ anwanwadeɛ; wokyerɛ wo tumi wɔ aman mu.
15 Thou didst redeem, with thine arm—Thy people, Thy sons of Jacob and Joseph. (Selah)
Wode wo tumi nsa no gyee wo nkurɔfoɔ, Yakob ne Yosef asefoɔ no.
16 The waters saw thee, O God, The waters saw thee, They were in birth-throes, Yea the resounding deeps were stirred;
Ao Onyankopɔn, nsuo no hunuu wo, nsuo no hunuu wo na wɔpopoeɛ; ebunu no mpo ho wosoeɛ.
17 The clouds, poured down waters, The skies uttered, a voice, Yea, thine arrows, flew hither and thither;
Omununkum tɔɔ nsuo, aprannaa gyegyee wɔ soro; na wo bɛmma twaa ogya dii akɔneaba.
18 The, voice of thy thunder, was in the whirlwind, Thy lightnings illumined the world, The earth, trembled and quaked;
Wʼaprannaa boboom wɔ twahoframa no mu, wʼanyinam hyerɛn ewiase; asase popoeɛ na ɛwosoeɛ.
19 In the sea, was thy way, And, thy path, in the mighty waters, And, thy footprints, could not be known:
Wode wo kwan faa ɛpo mu, wode faa nsuo kɛseɛ mu, nanso wɔanhunu wʼanammɔn.
20 Thou didst lead, like a flock, thy people, By the hand of Moses and Aaron.
Wonam Mose ne Aaron so dii wo nkurɔfoɔ anim sɛ nnwankuo.
