Nnwom 75

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

“To the chief musician, Al-tashcheth, a psalm or song of Asaph.” We give thanks unto thee, O God, we give thanks, and nigh is thy name: men relate thy wondrous deeds.

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

“For I will take up a fixed time when I will judge uprightly.

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

The earth and all her inhabitants are melting away: I myself establish firmly her pillars.” (Selah)

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

I said unto the arrogant, Deal not arrogantly: and to the wicked, Lift not up the horn.

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

Lift not up on high your horn, speak not with a stiffly erect neck.

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

For neither from the rising [of the sun], nor from [his] setting, nor from the wilderness of mountains [cometh this];

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

But God is the judge: he lowereth one, and lifteth up 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 there is a cup in the hand of the Lord, and the wine foameth, it is full of mixture: and he poureth out of the same; but its lees they drain, they drink—all the wicked of the earth.

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

But I will declare for ever, I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

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

And all the horns of the wicked will I hew off; but the horns of the righteous shall be exalted.