Nnwom 71
1 Awurade, wo mu na maguan ahintaw; mma mʼanim ngu ase da.
In thee, O Yahweh, have I sought refuge, May I not be ashamed unto times age-abiding:
2 Wo trenee no nti, yi me na gye me; tie me na gye me nkwa.
In thy righteousness, wilt thou rescue me, and deliver me, Incline unto me thine ear, and save me:
3 Yɛ me nkwagye botan, faako a metumi akɔ daa; hyɛ ma wommegye me nkwa, na wone me botan ne mʼabandennen.
Be thou unto me, a Rock to dwell in, a Place of Security, To save me, For, my mountain crag and my stronghold, thou art.
4 Me Nyankopɔn, gye me fi amumɔyɛfo nsam, gye me fi nnebɔneyɛfo ne atirimɔdenfo nsam.
Oh my God, deliver me, From the hand of the lawless one, From the clutch of the perverse and ruthless one;
5 Na woayɛ mʼanidaso, Asafo Awurade, mʼahotoso fi me mmabun bere mu.
For, thou, art my hope, My Lord, Yahweh, My confidence from my youthful days:
6 Mede me ho ato wo so fi awo mu; wo na wuyii me fii me na yafunu mu. Mɛkamfo wo daa.
Upon thee, have I stayed myself from birth, Thou art he that severed me, from the body of my mother, Of thee, shall be my praise—continually.
7 Mayɛ nsɛnkyerɛnne ama bebree, nanso wo ne me guankɔbea dennen.
A very wonder, have I been unto many, Seeing that, thou, hast been my strong refuge,
8 Wo nkamfo ahyɛ mʼanom ma, mekamfo wʼanuonyam da mu nyinaa.
My mouth shall be filled with, thy praise, All the day, with thy splendour.
9 Ntow me nkyene bere a mabɔ akwakoraa; mʼahoɔden sa wɔ me mu a, nnyaw me.
Do not cast me off in the time of old age, When my vigour faileth, do not forsake me;
10 Efisɛ mʼatamfo kasa tia me wɔn a wɔtwɛn sɛ wobekum me no bɔ mu pam me ti so.
For mine enemies have spoken of me, And, they who watch for my life, have taken counsel together;
11 Wɔka se, “Onyankopɔn agyaw no mu; momma yentiw no na yɛnkyere no, na obiara nni hɔ a obegye no.”
Saying, God, hath forsaken him, Pursue and take him, For there is none to rescue.
12 Me Nyankopɔn, mfi me nkyɛn nkɔ akyiri; Onyankopɔn, yɛ ntɛm bɛboa me.
O God, be not far from me, O my God, to help me, make haste!
13 Ma wɔn a wɔbɔ me sobo no nsɛe wɔ animguase mu; wɔn a wɔpɛ sɛ wopira me no ma ahohora ne animguase nkata wɔn so.
Let them be ashamed—be consumed, Who are assailing my life, —Let them be covered with reproach and confusion, Who are seeking my hurt.
14 Nanso me de, menya anidaso daa; mɛkɔ so akamfo wo.
But, I, continually will hope, And will add to all thy praise;
15 Mɛka wo trenee ho asɛm, ne wo nkwagye da mu nyinaa, nanso minnim ano.
My mouth, shall relate thy righteousness, All the day, thy deliverance, For I know not the numbers.
16 Otumfo Awurade, mɛba abɛpae mu aka wo nnwuma akɛse no; mɛpae mu aka wo trenee, wo nko ara de no, akyerɛ.
I will enter into the mighty doings of My Lord—Yahweh, I will make mention of thy righteousness—thine alone.
17 Onyankopɔn, efi me mmabun bere na wokyerɛkyerɛɛ me, na ebesi nnɛ yi meka wʼanwonwade a woayɛ kyerɛ.
O God, thou hast taught me from my youthful days, And, hitherto, have I been wont to tell of thy wonders;
18 Mpo sɛ mebɔ akwakoraa na mifuw dwen a, Onyankopɔn, nnyaw me, kosi sɛ mɛka wo tumi ho asɛm akyerɛ nkyirimma, ne wo kɛseyɛ akyerɛ wɔn a wɔbɛba nyinaa.
Even now, therefore, that I am old and grayheaded, O God, do not forsake me, —Until I tell of thine arm unto a [new] generation, Unto every one that is to come, thy might;
19 Onyankopɔn, wo trenee du ɔsorosoro, wo a woayɛ nneɛma akɛse. Onyankopɔn, hena na ɔte sɛ wo?
And, as for thy righteousness, O God, up on high, Wherein thou hast wrought great things, O God! who is like unto thee?
20 Mmom woama mahu ɔhaw bebree a ɛyɛ yaw; nanso wobɛma me nkwa bio; na wubeyi me bio, afi asase yam.
Thou who hast let us see many distresses and misfortunes, Wilt again bring us to life, And, out of the resounding depths of the earth, wilt again raise us up;
21 Wobɛhyɛ me anuonyam bebree na woakyekye me werɛ bio.
Thou wilt increase my greatness, And, on every side, wilt comfort me.
22 Mede sanku bɛkamfo wo me Nyankopɔn, wo trenee nti mɛto wʼayeyi dwom wɔ sankuten so, Israel Kronkronni.
I also, will praise thee by the aid of a harp, Thy faithfulness, O my God, —I will make music unto thee with a lyre, Thou holy one of Israel;
23 Mʼanofafa de anigye bɛteɛ mu bere a meto dwom kamfo wo, me a woagye me no.
My lips shall make a joyful noise, When I make music unto thee, And my soul which thou hast ransomed;
24 Me tɛkrɛma bɛka wo trenee nnwuma da mu nyinaa, efisɛ wɔn a wɔpɛ sɛ wɔhaw me no kɔ animguase ne basaayɛ mu.
Even my tongue, all the day, shall softly utter thy righteousness, For they have turned pale—for they have blushed, Who were seeking my hurt.
