Psalms 129

1 The song of greces. Israel seie now; Ofte thei fouyten ayens me fro my yongth.

Ɔsoroforɔ dwom. “Wɔahyɛ me so pii firi me mmɔfraase, ma Israel nka.

2 Ofte thei fouyten ayens me fro my yongthe; and sotheli thei miyten not to me.

“Wɔahyɛ me so pii firi me mmɔfraase, nanso wɔntumi nnii me so nkonim.

3 Synneris forgeden on my bak; thei maden long her wickidnesse.

Fentemfoɔ afentem mʼakyi ayɛ wɔn nkofie atentene.

4 The `iust Lord schal beete the nollis of synneris;

Nanso Awurade yɛ ɔteneneeni; Watwitwa amumuyɛfoɔ nhoma afiri me ho.”

5 alle that haten Sion be schent, and turned abak.

Ma wɔn a wɔtan Sion nyinaa mfa animguaseɛ nsane wɔn akyi.

6 Be thei maad as the hey of hous coppis; that driede vp, bifore that it be drawun vp.

Ma wɔnyɛ sɛ ɛserɛ a ɛwɔ ɔdan atifi, ɛnnyini na ahye;

7 Of which hei he that schal repe, schal not fille his hond; and he that schal gadere hondfullis, schal not fille his bosum.

Ɛremma otwafoɔ nya biribi wɔ ne nsam, na deɛ ɔboaboa ano nso renya hwee nʼabasa so.

8 And thei that passiden forth seiden not, The blessing of the Lord be on you; we blessiden you in the name of the Lord.

Mma wɔn a wɔtwam hɔ nnka sɛ, “Awurade nhyira mmra mo so; yɛhyira mo wɔ Awurade din mu.”