Psalms 144
1 By David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—
Dawid de. Nkamfo nka Awurade, me Botan, nea ɔma me nsa akodi ho ntetewee, ne me nsateaa ma ɔsa.
2 my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
Ɔyɛ mʼadɔe Nyankopɔn ne mʼabandennen, me bammɔ ne me gyefo, me kyɛm a mewɔ guankɔbea wɔ no mu, ɔno na ɔka nnipa hyɛ mʼase.
3 Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
Awurade, hena ne onipa a wʼani ku no ho onipa ba a wudwen ne ho yi?
4 Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
Onipa te sɛ ɔhome; ne nna te sɛ sunsuma a ɛretwa mu.
5 Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Awurade, fi ɔsoro hɔ na sian bra fam; fa wo nsa ka mmepɔw, na emfi wusiw.
6 Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
Soma anyinam na bɔ atamfo no hwete; to wo mmɛmma no ma wonguan.
7 Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
Teɛ wo nsa fi ɔsoro bra fam; gye me na yi me fi nsu akɛse ho, fi ananafo nsam,
8 whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
wɔn a atoro ayɛ wɔn anom ma, na wɔn nsa nifa yɛ nnaadaa.
9 I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
Onyankopɔn, mɛto dwom foforo ama wo; mɛto dwom wɔ sanku a ahama du gu so so ama wo,
10 You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
ama Ɔbaako a ɔde nkonimdi ma ahemfo, na ogye ne somfo Dawid fi afoawerɛmfo ano.
11 Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
Gye me na yi me fi ananafo nsam, wɔn a atoro ayɛ wɔn anom ma na wɔn nsa nifa yɛ nnaadaa.
12 Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
Afei yɛn mmabarima mmerantebere mu bɛyɛ sɛ afifide a wɔahwɛ so yiye, na yɛn mmabea bɛyɛ sɛ adum a wɔasen de asiesie ahemfi.
13 Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
Yɛn asan bɛyɛ amaama; aduan ahorow biara bɛba so. Yɛn nguan dodow so bɛto mpem mpem, wɔn so bɛto mpem du du wɔ yɛn mfuw so;
14 Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
yɛn anantwi bɛtwe nnesoa duruduru. Wɔrennwiriw afasu, yɛrenkɔ nkoasom mu, na agyaadwotwa remma yɛn mmɔnten so.
15 Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh.
Nhyira nka nnipa a ɛbɛba mu saa ama wɔn. Nhyira nka nnipa a wɔn Nyankopɔn ne Awurade.
