Nnwom 75

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

For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Psalm by Asaph. A song. We give thanks to you, God. We give thanks, 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)

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 the LORD’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 praises to the God of Jacob.

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 righteous shall be lifted up.