Nnwom 65
1 Dawid dwom. Ao, Onyankopɔn, ayɛyie retwɛn wo wɔ Sion, na yɛbɛdi yɛn bɔ a yɛahyɛ wo no so.
To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David—a song. Thine, are silence [and] praise, O God, in Zion, —And, to thee, shall be paid the vow.
2 Ao, wo a woyɛ mpaeɛbɔ tiefoɔ, wo nkyɛn na nnipa nyinaa bɛba.
Thou hearer of prayer! Unto thee, shall all flesh come.
3 Ɛberɛ a yɛn bɔne menee yɛn no, wo na wɔde yɛn mmaratoɔ kyɛɛ yɛn.
Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove them.
4 Nhyira nka wɔn a woyi wɔn ma wɔbɛn wo sɛ wɔntena wʼadihɔ hɔ! Nneɛma pa a ɛwɔ wo fie ahyɛ yɛn ma, deɛ ɛwɔ wʼasɔredan kronkron mu no.
How happy the man thou shalt choose and bring near! He shall abide in thy courts, —We shall be satisfied with, The blessing of thy house, The holiness of thy temple.
5 Wode tenenee nnwuma a ɛyɛ nwanwa ma yɛn mmuaeɛ, Ao Onyankopɔn yɛn agyenkwa. Woyɛ asase so afanan nyinaa anidasoɔ ne ɛpo so akyirikyiri nso.
By things reverend in righteousness, wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all the ends of the earth, And of the sea far away;
6 Wonam wo tumi so yɛɛ mmepɔ de daa wʼahoɔden adi.
Who setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;
7 Wodwodwoo ɛpo nworosoɔ, asorɔkye no a ɛbobɔ ne amanaman no hooyɛ.
Who stilleth, The noise of the seas, The noise of their rolling waves, and The tumult of races of men?
8 Wɔn a wɔte akyirikyiri no suro wʼanwanwadeɛ. Ɛfiri faako a adeɛ kye kɔsi deɛ onwunu dwoɔ, wofrɛ ahurisie nnwom wɔ hɔ.
Yea the dwellers in the uttermost parts have feared at thy tokens, The goings forth of morning and evening, thou causest to shout for joy.
9 Wohwɛ asase no gugu so nsuo; woma no yɛ asase pa ma ɛboro so. Wode nsuo hyɛ Onyankopɔn nsuwansuwa ma sɛdeɛ ɛbɛma nnipa no aduane. Sɛdeɛ woayɛ no nie.
Thou hast visited the earth, and made it abound, Abundantly, dost thou enrich it—The channel of God, is full of waters, Thou preparest their corn, Yea, thus, dost thou prepare it:
10 Wofɔɔ deɛ woafuntum hɔ fɔkyee na wokaa nkofie no sram so; wode nsuo petee so maa no yɛɛ bɛtɛɛ na wohyiraa ɛso afifideɛ.
The ridges thereof, drenching, Settling the furrows thereof, With myriad drops, dost thou soften it, The sprouting thereof, doth thou bless.
11 Wode nnɔbaeɛ bebree wiee afe no, na wo nteaseɛnam yɛɛ ma buu so.
Thou hast set a crown upon thy year of bounty, And, thy tracks, drop fatness;
12 Ɛserɛ so wira dɔɔso na anigyeɛ baa nkokoɔ so.
Fruitful are the pastures of the wilderness, And, with exultation, the hills do gird themselves.
13 Nnwankuo ahyɛ adidibea hɔ ma na ayuo akata mmɔnhwa no so; wɔbɔ ose, to ahosɛpɛ dwom. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ.
Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.
