Psalms 82

1 A Melody of Asaph. God, hath taken his place in the august assembly, In the midst of the gods, will he judge.

Asaf dwom. Onyankopɔn di hene wɔ ɔsoro asafo mu; obu atɛn wɔ “anyame” mu.

2 How long will ye judge perversely, And, the countenances of the lawless, uplift? (Selah)

“Wobɛbɔ wɔn a wɔnteɛ ho ban na woayɛ nhwɛanim ama amumɔyɛfo akosi da bɛn?

3 Vindicate the weak and the fatherless, The oppressed and the poor, see righted;

Monka mmɔborɔfo ne ayisaa asɛm mma wɔn; mommɔ ahiafo ne wɔn a wɔhyɛ wɔn so yiyedi ho ban.

4 Deliver the weak and the needy, Out of the hand of the lawless, make rescue.

Munnye ɔbrɛfo ne ahiafo; munnye wɔn mfi amumɔyɛfo nsam.

5 They know not, neither can they perceive, In darkness, they wander, All the foundations of the earth do shake.

“Anyame no nnim de, na wɔnte hwee ase. Wokyinkyin wɔ sum mu; na asase fapem nyinaa wosow.

6 I, said, Gods, ye are, Yea, sons of the Highest, are ye all;

“Mekae se, ‘Moyɛ “anyame;” mo nyinaa yɛ Ɔsorosoroni no mma.’

7 But indeed, like the earth-born, shall ye die! And, like one of the princes, shall ye fall!

Nanso mubewuwu sɛ nnipa pɛ; na moahwe ase sɛ ɔsodifo biara.”

8 Arise! O God, judge thou the earth, For, thou, wilt inherit all the nations.

Ao Onyankopɔn, sɔre, bu wiase atɛn; efisɛ amanaman nyinaa yɛ wo de.