Psalms 92
1 A psalm, a song for the Sabbath day. It is a good thing to give thanks to Yahweh and to sing praises to your name, Most High,
Dwom a wɔto no Homeda. Ɛyɛ sɛ wɔkamfo wo Awurade na wɔto dwom de hyɛ wo animuonyam, Ao Ɔsorosoroni,
2 to proclaim your covenant faithfulness in the morning and your truthfulness every night,
na wɔpae mu ka wʼadɔeɛ anɔpa ne wo nokorɛ anadwo,
3 with a harp of ten strings and with the melody of the lyre.
wɔ ahoma edu sankuo so ne sankuten nnwom mu.
4 For you, Yahweh, have made me glad through your deeds. I will sing for joy because of the deeds of your hands.
Ao Awurade, wo nneyɛɛ ma mʼani gye; mede anigyeɛ bɛto dwom, wo nsa ano nnwuma enti.
5 How great are your deeds, Yahweh! Your thoughts are very deep.
Ao Awurade, wo nnwuma yɛ akɛseɛ, na wo nyansa mu dɔ!
6 A brutish person does not know, nor does a fool understand this:
Ogyimifoɔ nnim na nkwaseafoɔ nte aseɛ,
7 When the wicked sprout like the grass, and even when all the evildoers thrive, still they are doomed to eternal destruction.
amumuyɛfoɔ bɛnyini sɛ ɛserɛ na abɔnefoɔ bɛyɛ frɔmfrɔm deɛ, nanso wɔbɛsɛe wɔn pasaa.
8 But you, Yahweh, will reign forever.
Na wo Awurade, woyɛ kɛseɛ afebɔɔ.
9 Indeed, look at your enemies, Yahweh! Indeed, look at your enemies. They will perish! All those who do evil will be scattered.
Ao Awurade ampa ara, wʼatamfoɔ bɛyera; na wobɛhwete abɔnefoɔ nyinaa.
10 You have lifted up my horn like the horn of the wild ox; I am anointed with fresh oil.
Woama me ahoɔden te sɛ ɛkoɔ; woahwie ngohwam papa agu me so.
11 My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies; my ears have heard of the doom of my evil foes.
Mahunu mʼatamfoɔ nkoguo a wɔadi, mate sɛdeɛ mʼatamfoɔ atirimuɔdenfoɔ adwane afiri akono.
12 The righteous will flourish like the palm tree; they will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
Ateneneefoɔ bɛyɛ frɔmm te sɛ abedua, wɔbɛnyini sɛ Lebanon ntweneduro;
13 They are planted in the house of Yahweh; they flourish in the courts of our God.
deɛ wɔadua wɔ Awurade fie, wɔbɛnyini frɔmfrɔm wɔ yɛn Onyankopɔn adihɔ hɔ.
14 They bear fruit even when they are old; they stay fresh and green,
Wɔbɛkɔ so aso aba, onyinkyerɛ mu mpo, wɔbɛyɛ frɔmm sɛ ahahammono,
15 to proclaim that Yahweh is just. He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
de akyerɛ sɛ, “Awurade yɛ ɔteneneeni; ɔyɛ me botan, na atirimuɔdensɛm biara nni ne mu.”
