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.” O Lord, because of thy strength will the king rejoice; and through thy salvation how greatly will he be glad!
2 Woama no nea ne koma pɛ; woamfa nʼabisade ankame no.
The longing of his heart hast thou given him, and the request of his lips hast thou not withholden. (Selah)
3 Wode nhyira a edi mu hyiaa no na wode sikakɔkɔɔ ankasa ahenkyɛw hyɛɛ no.
For thou meetest him unasked with the blessings of happiness: thou settest on his head a crown of pure gold.
4 Obisaa wo hɔ nkwa, na wode maa no, nna tenten a enni awiei.
Life hath he asked of thee, thou gavest it to him, length of days for ever and ever.
5 Nkonimdi a woma no nti, nʼanuonyam so; wode kɛseyɛ ne nidi adom no.
Great is his honor through thy help: glory and majesty thou layest upon him.
6 Ampa ara, woama no nhyira a ɛnsa da na woama no ahosɛpɛw wɔ wʼanim anigye mu.
For thou appointest him to be a blessing for ever: thou makest him glad with joy from thy presence.
7 Ɔhene no de ne ho to Awurade so; Ɔsorosoroni no nokware dɔ no nti, ɔrenhinhim.
For the king trusteth in the Lord; and through the kindness of the Most High shall he not be moved.
8 Wo nsa bɛka wʼatamfo nyinaa; wo nsa nifa beso wɔn a wokyi wo no mu.
Thy hand will reach all thy enemies: thy right hand will reach 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 wilt render them as a fiery oven at the time of thy anger: the Lord in his wrath will destroy them, and a fire will devour them.
10 Wobɛtɔre wɔn ase wɔ asase so, na wɔn asefo afi adesamma mu.
Their fruit wilt thou cause to perish 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 directed against thee evil: they devised a mischievous purpose, which they were not able to perform.
12 efisɛ wobɛma wɔasan wɔn akyi bere a woatwe bɛmma akyerɛ wɔn so no.
For thou wilt make them turn their back; upon thy bow-strings thou wilt make ready [thy arrows] 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.
Exalt thyself, O Lord, in thy strength; [and] we will sing and praise thy power.
