Nnwom 21

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

“For the leader of the music. A psalm of David.” The king rejoiceth in thy strength, O LORD! Yea, he doth greatly exult in thy protection.

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

Thou hast given him his heart's desire, And hast not denied him the request of his lips. (Pause)

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

Yea, thou hast met him with rich blessings, Thou hast placed a crown of pure gold upon 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; Even long life, enduring for ever.

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

Great is his glory through thine aid; Honor and majesty hast thou laid upon him.

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

Thou hast made him blessed for evermore; Thou hast made him glad with the joy of thy countenance.

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 goodness of the Most High he shall never fall.

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

Thy hand shall overtake all thine enemies; Thy right hand shall overtake them 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 make them like a burning oven in the time of thine anger; Jehovah shall swallow them up in his wrath, And the fire shall devour them.

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

Their offspring shalt thou destroy from the earth, And their posterity from the sons of men.

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

For they spread a net of mischief against thee; They devised plots against thee, but they did not prevail.

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

Therefore thou wilt cause them to turn their backs; Thou wilt make ready thine arrows upon the strings against them.

13 Yɛma wo so, Awurade, wɔ wʼahoɔden mu; yɛbɛto nnwom na yɛakamfo wo kɛseyɛ.

Exalt thyself, O LORD! by thy strength! So will we sing, and praise thy mighty deeds.