Nnwom 75

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

We yadah ·extend hands in thankful praise· to you, God. We yadah ·extend hands in thankful praise·, for your Name is near. Men tell about your wondrous works.

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

When I choose the appointed time, I will judge blamelessly.

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

The earth and all its inhabitants quake. I firmly hold its pillars. (Selah) ·contemplation with musical interlude·.

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

I said to the arrogant, “Don’t boast!” I said to the wicked, “Don’t lift up the horn.

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

Don’t lift up your horn on high. Don’t speak with a stiff neck.”

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

For neither from the east, nor from the west, nor yet from the south, comes exaltation.

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

But God is the judge. He puts down one, and lifts 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 in Adonai’s hand there is a cup, full of foaming wine mixed with spices. He pours it out. Indeed the wicked of the earth drink and drink it to its very dregs.

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

But I will declare this forever: I will sing zahmar ·musical praise· to the God of Jacob [Supplanter].

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

I will cut off all the horns of the wicked, but the horns of the upright shall be lifted up.