Nnwom 108
1 Dawid dwom. Ao Onyankopɔn, mʼakoma atɔ me yam; mede me kra nyinaa bɛto wʼayɛyie dwom.
The song of `the salm of Dauid. Min herte is redi, God, myn herte is redi; Y schal singe, and Y schal seie salm in my glorie.
2 Monyane, sankuo ne bɛnta! Mɛnyane anɔpahema.
My glorie, ryse thou vp, sautrie and harp, rise thou vp; Y schal rise vp eerli.
3 Ao Awurade, mɛkamfo wo wɔ aman no mu; mɛto wo ho dwom wɔ nnipa no mu.
Lord, Y schal knouleche to thee among puplis; and Y schal seie salm to thee among naciouns.
4 Wʼadɔeɛ so, ɛkorɔn sene ɔsoro; wo nokorɛdie duru ewiem.
For whi, God, thi merci is greet on heuenes; and thi treuthe is til to the cloudis.
5 Ao Onyankopɔn, ɛsɛ sɛ wɔma wo so tra ɔsoro, na ama wʼanimuonyam aba asase nyinaa so.
God, be thou enhaunsid aboue heuenes; and thi glorie ouer al erthe.
6 Fa wo nsa nifa gye yɛn na boa yɛn, na ama wɔn a wodɔ wɔn no anya nkwa.
That thi derlingis be delyuerid, make thou saaf with thi riythond, and here me; God spak in his hooli.
7 Onyankopɔn akasa afiri ne kronkronbea sɛ, “Nkonim mu na mɛkyɛ Sekem mu na masusu Sukot Bɔnhwa.
I schal make ful out ioye, and Y schal departe Siccimam; and Y schal mete the grete valei of tabernaclis.
8 Gilead yɛ me dea; Manase nso saa ara; Efraim yɛ me dadeɛ kyɛ, Yuda yɛ mʼahempoma.
Galaad is myn, and Manasses is myn; and Effraym is the vptaking of myn heed. Juda is my king; Moab is the caudron of myn hope.
9 Moab yɛ me dwaresɛn, Edom so na meto me mpaboa guo; Filistia so na mebɔ ose.”
In to Ydume Y schal stretche forth my scho; aliens ben maad frendis to me.
10 Hwan na ɔde me bɛkɔ kuropɔn a wɔabɔ ho ban no mu? Hwan na ɔbɛdi mʼanim akɔ Edom?
Who schal lede me forth in to a stronge citee; who schal lede me forth til in to Idume?
11 Ao Onyankopɔn, ɛnyɛ wo na woapo yɛn? Wo ne yɛn nsraadɔm renkɔ ɔsa bio anaa?
Whether not thou, God, that hast put vs awei; and, God, schalt thou not go out in oure vertues?
12 Boa yɛn tia ɔtamfoɔ no, na ɔdasani mmoa nka hwee.
Yyue thou help to vs of tribulacioun; for the heelthe of man is veyn.
13 Onyankopɔn wɔ yɛn afa yi, yɛbɛdi nkonim, na ɔbɛtiatia yɛn atamfoɔ so.
We schulen make vertu in God; and he schal bringe oure enemyes to nouyt.
