Nnwom 60
1 Dawid “Miktam” dwom. Wɔde yɛ nkyerɛkyerɛ. Ɔtoo no ɛberɛ a ɔne Aram Naharanfoɔ ne Aram Sabafoɔ koeɛ na Yoab sane kɔkumm Edomfoɔ mpem dumienu wɔ Nkyene Bɔnhwa mu no. Ao Onyankopɔn, woapo yɛn, woabɔ yɛagu; wo bo afu yɛn, nanso gye yɛn bio!
For the leader. On shushan eduth. A michtam of David (for teaching), when he fought with Aram-naharaim and Aram-zobah, and Joab returned and defeated twelve thousand Edomites in the Valley of Salt. O God, you have spurned and broken us, routing us in your wrath – restore us!
2 Woawoso asase no na woapae mu; toatoa deɛ abubuo no, ɛfiri sɛ, ɛrehinhim.
You have shaken the land and cleft it; heal its tottering breaches.
3 Woama wo nkurɔfoɔ ahunu mmerɛ bɔne; woama yɛn nsã a ɛma yɛtɔ ntentan.
You have made your people drink hardship, and given us wine of reeling.
4 Nanso wɔn a wɔsuro wo deɛ, woama wɔn frankaa so sɛ wɔntu ntia kuntun no.
You have given those who fear you a banner, a rallying-place from the bow, (Selah)
5 Gye yɛn nkwa na fa wo nsa nifa boa yɛn, na ama wɔn a wodɔ wɔn no anya nkwa.
for the rescue of your beloved. Save by your right hand and answer us.
6 Onyankopɔn akasa firi kronkronbea sɛ, “Nkonim mu, mɛkyɛ Sekem mu, na masusu Sukot bɔnhwa no.
God did solemnly swear: “As victor will I divide Shechem, and mete out the valley of Succoth.
7 Gilead wɔ me, Manase wɔ me; Efraim yɛ me dadeɛ kyɛ, ɛna Yuda yɛ mʼahempoma.
Mine is Gilead, mine is Manasseh, Ephraim is the defence of my head, Judah my sceptre of rule,
8 Moab yɛ me dwaresɛn, Edom so na meto me mpaboa guo; na meteam nkonimdie so gu Filistifoɔ so.”
Moab the pot that I wash in, Edom – I cast my shoe over it, I shout o’er Philistia in triumph.”
9 Hwan na ɔde me bɛkɔ kuropɔn a wɔabɔ ho ban no mu? Hwan na ɔbɛdi mʼanim akɔ Edom?
O to be brought to the fortified city! O to be led into Edom!
10 Ɛnyɛ wo, Ao Onyankopɔn, wo a woapo yɛn na wone yɛn akodɔm ankɔ sa bio no?
Have you not spurned us, O God? You do not march forth with our armies.
11 Boa yɛn tia ɔtamfoɔ no, na ɔdasani mmoa nka hwee.
Grant us help from the foe, for human help is worthless.
12 Onyankopɔn wɔ yɛn afa yi, yɛbɛdi nkonim, na ɔbɛtiatia yɛn atamfoɔ so. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ. Wɔde sankuo na ɛtoɔ.
With God we shall yet do bravely: he himself will tread down our foes.
