Nnwom 75

1 Asaf dwom. Onyankopɔn, yɛda wo ase, yɛda wo ase, efisɛ wo Din abɛn; nnipa ka wʼanwonwade kyerɛ.

For the choirmaster: To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Psalm of Asaph. A song. We give thanks to You, O God; we give thanks, for Your Name is near. The people declare Your wondrous works.

2 Woka se, “Me na mehyɛɛ bere a ɛsɛ no; ɛyɛ me na mibu atɛntrenee.

“When I choose a time, I will judge fairly.

3 Sɛ asase ne so nnipa nyinaa wosow a, me na mema nʼafadum gyina hɔ pintinn.

When the earth and all its dwellers quake, it is I who bear up its pillars.

4 Meka kyerɛ ahantanfo se, ‘Monnhoahoa mo ho bio,’ na meka kyerɛ amumɔyɛfo nso se, ‘Mommma mo mmɛn so.

I say to the proud, ‘Do not boast,’ and to the wicked, ‘Do not lift up your horn.

5 Mommma mo mmɛn so ntia ɔsoro; mommfa animtiaabu nkasa.’”

Do not lift up your horn against heaven or speak with an outstretched neck.’”

6 Obiara mmfi apuei anaa atɔe anaa sare no so a obetumi ama obi so.

For exaltation comes neither from east nor west, nor out of the desert,

7 Ɛyɛ Onyankopɔn na obu atɛn: Ɔbrɛ ɔbaako ase, na ɔma ɔfoforo so.

but it is God who judges; He brings down one and exalts another.

8 Kuruwa bi hyɛ Awurade nsam nsa bi a etwa ahuru a wɔde nnuhuam afra ahyɛ no ma; ohwie, na asase so amumɔyɛfo nyinaa nom ma ɛka ase puw.

For a cup is in the hand of the LORD, full of foaming wine mixed with spices. He pours from His cup, and all the wicked of the earth drink it down to the dregs.

9 Me de, mɛpae mu aka eyi daa daa; mɛto ayeyi dwom ama Yakob Nyankopɔn.

But I will proclaim Him forever; I will sing praise to the God of Jacob.

10 Mebubu amumɔyɛfo nyinaa mmɛn, na atreneefo mmɛn de, wɔbɛma so. Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔde sanku na ɛto.

“All the horns of the wicked I will cut off, but the horns of the righteous will be exalted.”