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 ɔhene wɔ ɔsoro asafo mu; ɔbu atɛn wɔ “anyame” mu.

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

“Wobɛbɔ wɔn a wɔnteneɛ ho ban na woayɛ animhwɛ ama amumuyɛfoɔ akɔsi da bɛn?

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

Monka mmɔborɔfoɔ ne nwisiaa asɛm mma wɔn; mommɔ ahiafoɔ ne wɔn a wɔhyɛ wɔn so yiedie ho ban.

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

Monnye ɔbrɛfoɔ ne ohiani; monnye wɔn mfiri amumuyɛfoɔ nsam.

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

“Wɔnnim hwee, na wɔnte hwee ase. Wɔkyinkyini wɔ esum mu; na asase fapem nyinaa woso.

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

“Mekaa sɛ, ‘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, mobɛwuwu sɛ nnipa pɛ; na moahwe ase sɛ sodifoɔ biara.”

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

Ao Onyankopɔn, sɔre na bɛbu ewiase atɛn; ɛfiri sɛ amanaman nyinaa yɛ wo dea.