Psalms 66
1 To the victorie, the song of salm.
Dawid dwom. Asase nyinaa momfa ahosɛpɛw nteɛ mu mma Onyankopɔn!
2 Al the erthe, make ye ioie hertli to God, seie ye salm to his name; yyue ye glorie to his heriyng.
Monto ne din anuonyamhyɛ ho dwom; momma nʼayeyi nyɛ anuonyamhyɛ!
3 Seie ye to God, Lord, thi werkis ben dredeful; in the multitude of thi vertu thin enemyes schulen lie to thee.
Munse Onyankopɔn sɛ, “Wo nneyɛe yɛ nwonwa dodo! Wo tumi so mmoroso a wʼatamfo nyinaa de osuro kotow wʼanim.
4 God, al the erthe worschipe thee, and synge to thee; seie it salm to thi name.
Asase nyinaa kotow wo; wɔto ayeyi dwom ma wo, wɔto dwom kamfo wo din.”
5 Come ye and se ye the werkis of God; ferdful in counseils on the sones of men.
Mommra mmɛhwɛ nea Onyankopɔn ayɛ; anwonwade a wayɛ wɔ nnipa mu.
6 Which turnede the see in to drie lond; in the flood thei schulen passe with foot, there we schulen be glad in hym.
Ɔmaa po yɛɛ asase kesee; wɔnantew twaa nsu no mommra mma yenni ahurusi wɔ no mu.
7 Which is Lord in his vertu withouten ende, hise iyen biholden on folkis; thei that maken scharp be not enhaunsid in hem silf.
Ɔde ne tumi di hene daa daa, na ɔde nʼani nso hwɛ aman so. Mma atuatewfo nsɔre ntia no.
8 Ye hethen men, blesse oure God; and make ye herd the vois of his preising.
Aman nyinaa, munhyira yɛn Nyankopɔn, momma wɔnte mo nkamfo no nnyigyei;
9 That hath set my soule to lijf, and yaf not my feet in to stiryng.
wahwɛ yɛn nkwa so na wamma yɛn anan anwatiri.
10 For thou, God, hast preued vs; thou hast examyned vs bi fier, as siluer is examyned.
Na wo, Onyankopɔn, wosɔɔ yɛn hwɛe; na wonan yɛn sɛ dwetɛ.
11 Thou leddist vs in to a snare, thou puttidist tribulaciouns in oure bak;
Wode yɛn koguu afiase na wode nneɛma a ɛyɛ duru too yɛn akyi.
12 thou settidist men on oure heedis. We passiden bi fier and water; and thou leddist vs out in to refreschyng.
Womaa yɛn atamfo twiw faa yɛn so; yɛfaa ogya ne nsu mu, nanso wode yɛn baa faako a nnepa abu so.
13 I schal entre in to thin hous in brent sacrifices; Y schal yelde to thee my vowis,
Mede ɔhyew afɔre bɛba wʼasɔredan mu na madi bɔ a mahyɛ wo no so,
14 which my lippis spaken distinctly. And my mouth spake in my tribulacioun;
bɔ a mʼanofafa hyɛe, na mʼano kaa bere a na mewɔ ɔhaw mu no.
15 Y shal offre to thee brent sacrificis ful of merowy, with the brennyng of rammes; Y schal offre to thee oxis with buckis of geet.
Mede mmoa a wɔadɔ srade bɛbɔ afɔre ama wo; adwennini ayɛyɛde; mede anantwinini ne mpapo bɛbɔ afɔre.
16 Alle ye that dreden God, come and here, and Y schal telle; hou grete thingis he hath do to my soule.
Mommra mmetie, mo a musuro Onyankopɔn nyinaa; momma menka nea wayɛ ama me nkyerɛ mo.
17 I criede to hym with my mouth; and Y ioyede fulli vndir my tunge.
Mede mʼano su frɛɛ no; na me tɛkrɛma yii no ayɛ.
18 If Y bihelde wickidnesse in myn herte; the Lord schal not here.
Sɛ mede bɔne hyɛɛ me koma mu a, anka Awurade antie me.
19 Therfor God herde; and perseyuede the vois of my bisechyng.
Nanso nokware, Onyankopɔn atie me, wate me mpaebɔ.
20 Blessid be God; that remeued not my preyer, and `took not awei his merci fro me.
Nhyira nka Onyankopɔn, a wampo me mpaebɔ na wanyi nʼadɔe amfi me so. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔde sanku na ɛto.
