Nnwom 144
1 Dawid de. Nkamfo nka Awurade, me Botan, nea ɔma me nsa akodi ho ntetewee, ne me nsateaa ma ɔsa.
Of David. Blest be the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for fighting.
2 Ɔyɛ mʼadɔe Nyankopɔn ne mʼabandennen, me bammɔ ne me gyefo, me kyɛm a mewɔ guankɔbea wɔ no mu, ɔno na ɔka nnipa hyɛ mʼase.
My rock and my fortress, my tower, my deliverer, my shield, behind whom I take refuge, who lays nations low at my feet.
3 Awurade, hena ne onipa a wʼani ku no ho onipa ba a wudwen ne ho yi?
Lord, what are mortals that you care for them, humans, that you think of them?
4 Onipa te sɛ ɔhome; ne nna te sɛ sunsuma a ɛretwa mu.
They are like a breath, their days as a shadow that passes.
5 Awurade, fi ɔsoro hɔ na sian bra fam; fa wo nsa ka mmepɔw, na emfi wusiw.
Lord, bow your heavens and come down: touch the hills, so that they smoke.
6 Soma anyinam na bɔ atamfo no hwete; to wo mmɛmma no ma wonguan.
Flash forth lightning and scatter them, your arrows send forth and confound them.
7 Teɛ wo nsa fi ɔsoro bra fam; gye me na yi me fi nsu akɛse ho, fi ananafo nsam,
Stretch out your hand from on high; pluck me out of the mighty waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
8 wɔn a atoro ayɛ wɔn anom ma, na wɔn nsa nifa yɛ nnaadaa.
who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
9 Onyankopɔn, mɛto dwom foforo ama wo; mɛto dwom wɔ sanku a ahama du gu so so ama wo,
O God, a new song I would sing you, on a ten-stringed harp make you music.
10 ama Ɔbaako a ɔde nkonimdi ma ahemfo, na ogye ne somfo Dawid fi afoawerɛmfo ano.
For to kings you give the victory, and David your servant you save.
11 Gye me na yi me fi ananafo nsam, wɔn a atoro ayɛ wɔn anom ma na wɔn nsa nifa yɛ nnaadaa.
Snatch me from the cruel sword, rescue me from the hand of foreigners, who speak with the mouth of falsehood, and lift their right hand to swear lies.
12 Afei yɛn mmabarima mmerantebere mu bɛyɛ sɛ afifide a wɔahwɛ so yiye, na yɛn mmabea bɛyɛ sɛ adum a wɔasen de asiesie ahemfi.
May our sons in their youth be as plants well tended: our daughters like cornices carved as in palaces.
13 Yɛn asan bɛyɛ amaama; aduan ahorow biara bɛba so. Yɛn nguan dodow so bɛto mpem mpem, wɔn so bɛto mpem du du wɔ yɛn mfuw so;
May our barns be bursting with produce of all kinds. In the fields may our sheep bear by thousands and ten thousands.
14 yɛn anantwi bɛtwe nnesoa duruduru. Wɔrennwiriw afasu, yɛrenkɔ nkoasom mu, na agyaadwotwa remma yɛn mmɔnten so.
May our cattle be fat, our walls unbreached, may no cry of distress ring in our streets.
15 Nhyira nka nnipa a ɛbɛba mu saa ama wɔn. Nhyira nka nnipa a wɔn Nyankopɔn ne Awurade.
Happy the people who fares so well: and so fares the people whose God is the Lord.
