Nnwom 144
1 Dawid deɛ. Nkamfoɔ nka Awurade, me Botan, deɛ ɔkyerɛkyerɛ me nsa akodie, na ɔkyerɛkyerɛ me nsateaa akodie.
By David. Blessed [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
2 Ɔyɛ mʼadɔeɛ Onyankopɔn ne mʼaban, mʼabandenden ne me ɔgyefoɔ, me kyɛm a mewɔ dwanekɔbea wɔ ne mu; ɔno na ɔka nnipa hyɛ mʼase.
My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
3 Ao Awurade, hwan ne onipa, a wʼani ku ne ho? Hwan ne onipa ba, a wodwene ne ho yi?
Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
4 Onipa te sɛ ahomeɛ; ne nna te sɛ sunsum a ɛretwam.
Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.
5 Ao Awurade, firi ɔsoro hɔ na siane bra fam; fa wo nsa ka mmepɔ, na ɛmfiri wisie.
Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.
6 Soma anyinam na bɔ atamfoɔ no hwete; to wo mmemma no ma wɔn nnwane.
Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,
7 Tene wo nsa firi soro bra fam; gye me na yi me firi nsuo akɛseɛ ho, firi ananafoɔ nsam,
Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
8 wɔn a atorɔ ayɛ wɔn anomu ma, na wɔn nsa nifa yɛ nnaadaa.
Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.
9 Ao Onyankopɔn, mɛto dwom foforɔ ama wo; mɛto dwom wɔ sankuo a nhoma edu gu soɔ so ama wo,
O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.
10 ama Ɔbaako a ɔde nkonimdie ma ahemfo, na ɔgye ne ɔsomfoɔ Dawid firi akofena kɔdiawuo ano.
Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.
11 Gye me na yi me firi ananafoɔ nsam, wɔn a atorɔ ayɛ wɔn anomu ma na wɔn nsa nifa yɛ nnaadaa.
Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood,
12 Afei yɛn mmammarima mmeranteberɛ bɛyɛ sɛ afifideɛ a wɔahwɛ so yie, na yɛn mmammaa bɛyɛ sɛ adum a wɔasene de asiesie ahemfie.
Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished — the likeness of a palace,
13 Yɛn asan bɛyɛ ma. Aduane ahodoɔ biara bɛba mu bi. Yɛn nnwan bɛdɔɔso ayɛ mpem mpem, ayɛ mpemdu du wɔ yɛn mfuo so;
Our garners [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,
14 yɛn anantwie bɛtwe nnuane a ɛdɔɔso na emu yɛ duru. Obiara rentumi nnwiri yɛn afasuo ngu; yɛrenkɔ nkoasom mu, na agyaadwotwa remma yɛn mmɔntene so.
Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.
15 Nhyira nka nnipa a ɛbɛba mu saa ama wɔn. Nhyira nka nnipa a wɔn Onyankopɔn ne Awurade.
O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God [is] Jehovah!
