Nnwom 21

1 Dawid dwom. Awurade, ɔhene di anigye wɔ wʼahoɔden mu. Nʼani gye mmoroso wɔ nkonimdi a woma no nti!

To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. The king shall joy in thy strength, Jehovah; and in thy salvation how greatly shall he rejoice.

2 Woama no nea ne koma pɛ; woamfa nʼabisade ankame no.

Thou hast given him his heart's desire, and hast not withholden the request of his lips. (Selah)

3 Wode nhyira a edi mu hyiaa no na wode sikakɔkɔɔ ankasa ahenkyɛw hyɛɛ no.

For thou hast met him with the blessings of goodness; thou hast set a crown of pure gold on his head.

4 Obisaa wo hɔ nkwa, na wode maa no, nna tenten a enni awiei.

He asked life of thee; thou gavest [it] him, length of days for ever and ever.

5 Nkonimdi a woma no nti, nʼanuonyam so; wode kɛseyɛ ne nidi adom no.

His glory is great through thy salvation; majesty and splendour hast thou laid upon him.

6 Ampa ara, woama no nhyira a ɛnsa da na woama no ahosɛpɛw wɔ wʼanim anigye mu.

For thou hast made him to be blessings for ever; thou hast filled him with joy by thy countenance.

7 Ɔhene no de ne ho to Awurade so; Ɔsorosoroni no nokware dɔ no nti, ɔrenhinhim.

For the king confideth in Jehovah: and through the loving-kindness of the Most High he shall not be moved.

8 Wo nsa bɛka wʼatamfo nyinaa; wo nsa nifa beso wɔn a wokyi wo no mu.

Thy hand shall find out all thine enemies; thy right hand shall find out those that hate thee.

9 Bere a wubeyi wo ho adi no wobɛyɛ wɔn sɛ fononoo a mu adɔ. Awurade fi nʼabufuwhyew mu bɛmene wɔn, na ne gya no ahyew wɔn.

Thou shalt make them as a fiery furnace in the time of thy presence; Jehovah shall swallow them up in his anger, and the fire shall devour them:

10 Wobɛtɔre wɔn ase wɔ asase so, na wɔn asefo afi adesamma mu.

Their fruit shalt thou destroy from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men.

11 Ɛwɔ mu sɛ wɔbɔ pɔw tia wo na wɔyɛ nhyehyɛe bɔne, nanso wɔrenni nkonim;

For they intended evil against thee; they imagined a mischievous device, which they could not execute.

12 efisɛ wobɛma wɔasan wɔn akyi bere a woatwe bɛmma akyerɛ wɔn so no.

For thou wilt make them turn their back; thou wilt make ready thy bowstring against their face.

13 Yɛma wo so, Awurade, wɔ wʼahoɔden mu; yɛbɛto nnwom na yɛakamfo wo kɛseyɛ. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔto no sɛnea wɔto “Adekyee forote” dwom.

Be thou exalted, Jehovah, in thine own strength: we will sing and celebrate thy power.