Psalms 84
1 To the Chief Musician. On "the Gittith." For the Sons of Korah. A Melody. How lovely are thy habitations, O Yahweh of hosts!
Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo sɛ wɔnto no wɔ gittit sanku nne so. Koramma dwom. Awurade Asafo, wʼatenae hɔ yɛ ahomeka!
2 My soul, longeth—yea even languisheth—for the courts of Yahweh, —My heart and my flesh, shout aloud for a Living GOD.
Me kra pere, mpo ɛtɔ beraw, sɛ ɔbɛkɔ Awurade adiwo; me koma ne me honam teɛ mu frɛ Onyankopɔn teasefo.
3 Even the sparrow, hath found a home, And, the swallow, a nest for herself, where she hath laid her young, Thine altars, O Yahweh of hosts, My king and my God!
Mpo akasanoma anya ofi, na asomfena nso anwen ne berebuw, faako a obesow ne mma wɔ beae bi a ɛbɛn wʼafɔremuka, Awurade Asafo, me Hene ne me Nyankopɔn.
4 How happy are they who abide in thy house, —Still are they praising thee. (Selah)
Nhyira nka wɔn a wɔte wo fi; na wɔkamfo wo din daa.
5 How happy the men whose strength is in thee, Festive processions are in their heart.
Nhyira nka wɔn a wɔwɔ wo mu ahoɔden, na wɔde wɔn koma fi akwantu ase kɔhwehwɛ wo.
6 Passing through the balsam-vale, A place of fountains, they make it, Yea, with blessings, is it covered by the early rain.
Sɛ wɔfa Baka Bon no mu a wɔma hɔ yɛ nsuwansuwa; asusow bere nsu so taataa hɔ.
7 They go from strength to strength, Each one appeareth before God in Zion.
Wɔkɔ no ahoɔden so bere nyinaa, kosi sɛ wɔn mu biara bepue Onyankopɔn anim wɔ Sion.
8 O Yahweh, God of hosts, hear thou my prayer, —Give hear, thou God of Jacob. (Selah)
Asafo Awurade Nyankopɔn, tie me mpaebɔ; Yakob Nyankopɔn, yɛ aso ma me.
9 Our Shield, behold thou, O God, And look upon the face of thine Anointed One.
Ao, Onyankopɔn, hwɛ yɛn nkatabo; fa ahummɔbɔ hwɛ nea woasra no ngo no.
10 For better is a day in thy courts, than a thousand, I choose rather to stand at the threshold in the house of my God, Than to dwell in the tents of lawlessness.
Wʼadiwo hɔ da koro tena ye sen nnafua apem wɔ baabi foforo; mepɛ sɛ mɛyɛ ɔponanohwɛfo wɔ Onyankopɔn fi sen sɛ mɛtena amumɔyɛfo ntamadan mu.
11 For, a sun and shield, is Yahweh God, —Grace and glory, will Yahweh give, He will not withhold what is good, from them who walk without blame.
Efisɛ Awurade Nyankopɔn yɛ owia ne kyɛm; Awurade hu mmɔbɔ na ɔhyɛ anuonyam; ɔmmfa ade pa biara nkame wɔn a wɔteɛ.
12 O Yahweh of hosts! How happy the man who trusteth in thee!
Asafo Awurade, nhyira nka onipa a ɔde ne ho to wo so.
