Nnwom 21

1 Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ. Dawid dwom. Ao Awurade, ɔhene no anigye wɔ wʼahoɔden mu. Nʼani gye mmorosoɔ wɔ nkonimdie a wo ma no nti!

“For the leader of the music. A psalm of David.” The king rejoiceth in thy strength, O LORD! Yea, he doth greatly exult in thy protection.

2 Woama no deɛ nʼakoma pɛ; woamfa nʼabisadeɛ ankame no.

Thou hast given him his heart's desire, And hast not denied him the request of his lips. (Pause)

3 Wode nhyira a ɛdi mu hyiaa no na wode sikakɔkɔɔ amapa ahenkyɛ hyɛɛ no.

Yea, thou hast met him with rich blessings, Thou hast placed a crown of pure gold upon his head.

4 Ɔbisaa wo hɔ nkwa, na wode maa no, nna tentene a ɛnni awieeɛ.

He asked life of thee; thou gavest it him; Even long life, enduring for ever.

5 Nkonimdie a woma no enti, nʼanimuonyam so; wode kɛseyɛ ne anidie adom no.

Great is his glory through thine aid; Honor and majesty hast thou laid upon him.

6 Ampa ara, woama no nhyira a ɛnsa da na wo nsrahwɛ ama me ho ahosɛpɛ me.

Thou hast made him blessed for evermore; Thou hast made him glad with the joy of thy countenance.

7 Ɔhene no de ne ho to Awurade so; Ɔsorosoroni no nokorɛ dɔ no enti, Ɔhene renhinhim.

For the king trusteth in the LORD; And through the goodness of the Most High he shall never fall.

8 Wo nsa bɛka wʼatamfoɔ nyinaa; wo nsa nifa bɛsɔ wɔn a wɔkyiri woɔ mu.

Thy hand shall overtake all thine enemies; Thy right hand shall overtake them that hate thee.

9 Ɛberɛ a wobɛyi wo ho adi no wobɛyɛ wɔn sɛ fononoo a emu adɔ. Awurade firi nʼabufuhyeɛ mu bɛmene wɔn, na ne ogya no ahye wɔn.

Thou wilt make them like a burning oven in the time of thine anger; Jehovah shall swallow them up in his wrath, And the fire shall devour them.

10 Wobɛtɔre wɔn ase wɔ asase so, na wɔn asefoɔ afiri adasamma mu.

Their offspring shalt thou destroy from the earth, And their posterity from the sons of men.

11 Ɛwom sɛ wɔbɔ pɔ tia wo na wɔyɛ nhyehyɛeɛ bɔne, nanso wɔrenni nkonim;

For they spread a net of mischief against thee; They devised plots against thee, but they did not prevail.

12 ɛfiri sɛ wobɛma wɔasane wɔn akyi ɛberɛ a woatwe bɛmma akyerɛ wɔn so.

Therefore thou wilt cause them to turn their backs; Thou wilt make ready thine arrows upon the strings against them.

13 Yɛma wo so, Ao Awurade, wɔ wʼahoɔden mu; yɛbɛto nnwom na yɛakamfo wo kɛseyɛ.

Exalt thyself, O LORD! by thy strength! So will we sing, and praise thy mighty deeds.