Nnwom 128

1 Ɔsorokorɔ dwom. Nhyira ne wɔn a wɔsuro Awurade, na wɔnante nʼakwan so.

A Song of Ascents. How happy is every one that revereth Yahweh, who walketh in his ways!

2 Wobɛdi wʼadwuma so aba; nhyira ne yiedie bɛyɛ wo dea.

The labour of thine own hands, surely thou shalt eat. How happy thou, and well for thine!

3 Wo yere bɛyɛ sɛ bobe a ɛso aba wɔ wo fie; na wo mmammarima ayɛ sɛ ngo dua a afifiri atwa wo ɛpono ho ahyia.

Thy wife, like a fruitful vine, within the recesses of thy house, —Thy children, like plantings of olive-trees, round about thy table.

4 Yei ne onipa a wɔahyira noɔ, deɛ ɔsuro Awurade no.

Lo! thus, shall be blessed the man who revereth Yahweh.

5 Awurade nhyira wo mfiri Sion wo nkwa nna nyinaa; na ɔmma wo nhunu Yerusalem nkɔsoɔ,

Yahweh will bless thee, out of Zion, —and behold thou the welfare of Jerusalem, all the days of thy life!

6 na ɔmma wo ntena ase nhunu wo mma mma. Asomdwoeɛ nka Israel.

And behold thou thy children’s children, —Prosperity on Israel!