Nnwom 129

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

A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. Often they distressed me from my youth, Pray, let Israel say:

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

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

3 Fɛntɛmfo afɛntɛm mʼakyi ayɛ wɔn nkɔmoa atenten.

Plowers have plowed over my back, They have made their furrows long.

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

YHWH [is] righteous, He has cut apart cords of the wicked.

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

All hating Zion [are] confounded and turn backward.

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

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

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

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

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

And the passers by have not said, “The blessing of YHWH [is] on you, We blessed you in the Name of YHWH!”