Psalms 129

1 A Song of the Ascents. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

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

2 Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

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

3 Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.

Fentemfoɔ afentem mʼakyi ayɛ wɔn nkofie atentene.

4 Jehovah [is] righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked.

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

5 Confounded and turn backward do all hating Zion.

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

6 They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth,

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

7 That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

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

8 And the passers by have not said, 'The blessing of Jehovah [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of Jehovah!'

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