Psalms 9
1 To the Chief Musician. On "Muthlabben." A Melody of David. I will praise Yahweh with all my heart, I will recount all thy wonderful doings:
Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔto no sɛnea wɔto “Ɔba no wu”. Dawid dwom. Awurade, mefi me koma nyinaa mu ada wo ase. Mɛka wʼanwonwade no nyinaa.
2 I will rejoice and exult in thee, I will praise in song, thy Name, O most High.
Mɛma mʼani agye na madi ahurusi wɔ wo mu. Mɛto ayeyi dwom ama wo din, Ɔsorosoroni.
3 When mine enemies turned back, they stumbled and perished from before thee;
Mʼatamfo san wɔn akyi; wɔtetew hwe, na wowuwu wɔ wʼanim.
4 For thou hast executed my right and my cause, Thou hast sat on the throne, judging righteously:
Woadi mʼasɛm ama me, na menya mʼahofadi; woatena wʼahengua so, abu atɛntrenee.
5 Thou hast rebuked the nations, Thou hast destroyed the lawless one, Their name, hast thou wiped out, to times age-abiding and beyond.
Woatwe amanaman no aso, na woasɛe amumɔyɛfo. Woapepa wɔn din a wɔrenkae wɔn bio.
6 O enemy! complete are the desolations, evermore, —even cities, hast thou uprooted, The memory of, them, hath perished.
Ɔsɛe a enni awiei ato ɔtamfo no, woatutu wɔn nkuropɔn; na wɔnkae wɔn bio mpo.
7 But, Yahweh, unto times age-abiding, will sit, Ready for judgment, is his throne;
Awurade di hene daa daa; wasi nʼatemmu ahengua.
8 And, he, will judge the world in righteousness, He will minister judgment to peoples, in uprightness.
Ɔde trenee bebu wiase atɛn; ɔde atɛntrenee bedi nnipa no so.
9 Thus be Yahweh a refuge for the crushed one, a refuge for times of destitution:
Awurade yɛ guankɔbea ma wɔn a wodi wɔn nya no, ɔyɛ abandennen wɔ ahohia mmere mu.
10 Thus let them who know thy Name, put confidence in thee, that thou hast not forsaken the searchers for thee, O Yahweh.
Wɔn a wonim wo din no de wɔn ho bɛto wo so, efisɛ, wo Awurade, wunnyaw obiara a ɔhwehwɛ wo no mu da.
11 Sing ye praise to Yahweh, who is seated in Zion, Tell among the peoples his doings.
Monto ayeyi dwom mma Awurade a ɔte ahengua so wɔ Sion; mompae mu nka nea wayɛ wɔ amanaman no mu.
12 When he was making inquisition for blood, of them, had he remembrance, he forgat not the outcry of the oppressed.
Na ɔkae nea ɔtɔ mogya so were no; ommu nʼani ngu ɔbrɛfo sufrɛ so.
13 Show me favour, O Yahweh! Behold my humiliation due to them who hate me, Lift me on high out of the gates of death;
Awurade, hwɛ sɛnea mʼatamfo teetee me! Hu me mmɔbɔ na yi me fi owu apon ano,
14 That I may recount all thy praises, In the gates of the daughter of Zion, may exult in thy salvation.
na matumi apae mu aka wʼayeyi wɔ Ɔbabea Sion apon ano, na madi ahurusi wɔ wo nkwagye no mu hɔ.
15 The nations, have sunk, in the pit they had made, In the net which they had hidden, is caught their own foot.
Amanaman mufo atɔ amoa a wɔatu no mu; afiri a wosum hintaw no ayi wɔn anan.
16 To be known is Yahweh, by the sentence he hath executed, By the doing of his own hands, is he about to strike down the lawless one. [Resounding music. (Selah)
Awurade atɛntrenee da no adi; amumɔyɛfo nsa ano adwuma ayi wɔn.
Amumɔyɛfo san kɔ ɔda mu, amanaman a wɔn werɛ fi Onyankopɔn nyinaa. (Sheol h7585)
18 For, not always, shall the needy, be forgotten, —[nor, ] the hope of the oppressed, perish for ever.
Nanso ɛnyɛ daa na ne werɛ befi ohiani, anaasɛ mmɔborɔni anidaso bɛyera korakora.
19 Rise! Yahweh! let man not prevail, let the nations be judged before thee.
Sɔre! Awurade, mma ɔdesani nni nkonim, bu amanaman no atɛn wɔ wʼanim.
20 Appoint, O Yahweh, a terror for them, —Let the nations know [that] they are men. (Selah)
Bɔ wɔn hu, Awurade; na ma wonhu sɛ, wɔyɛ adesa bi kɛkɛ.
