Nnwom 129

1 Ɔsoroforo dwom. “Wɔahyɛ me so pii afi me mmofraase, ma Israel nka ɛ.

A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young. Let everyone in Israel say:

2 “Wɔahyɛ me so pii afi me mmofraase, nanso wontumi nnii me so nkonim ɛ.

Many enemies have attacked from the time I was young, but they never defeated me.

3 Fɛntɛmfo afɛntɛm mʼakyi ayɛ wɔn nkɔmoa atenten.

They beat me on my back, leaving long furrows as if it had been ploughed by a farmer.

4 Nanso Awurade yɛ ɔtreneeni; watwitwa amumɔyɛfo hama afi me ho ama made me ho.”

But the Lord does what is right: he has cut me free from the ropes of the wicked.

5 Ma wɔn a wɔtan Sion nyinaa mfa animguase nsan wɔn akyi.

May everyone who hates Zion be driven back in humiliating defeat.

6 Ma wɔnnyɛ sɛ sare a ɛwɔ ɔdan atifi, a ennyin na ɛhyew;

May they be like grass that grows on a roof that withers before it can be harvested,

7 na nnɔbaetwafo ntumi nnya biribi mfi mu nhyɛ ne nsa ma, na nea ɔboaboa ano nso nnya hwee nhyɛ nʼabasa ma.

There's not enough even for a reaper to hold, not enough even for the binder to bind.

8 Mma wɔn a wotwa mu wɔ hɔ no nka se, “Awurade nhyira mmra mo so; yehyira mo wɔ Awurade din mu.”

May passers-by not say to them, “The blessing of the Lord be on you; we bless you in the name of the Lord.”