Nnwom 71
1 Ao Awurade, wo mu na me dwane hinta; mma mʼanim ngu ase da.
In thee, O Yahweh, have I sought refuge, May I not be ashamed unto times age-abiding:
2 Wo tenenee no enti, yi me na gye me; tie me na gye me nkwa.
In thy righteousness, wilt thou rescue me, and deliver me, Incline unto me thine ear, and save me:
3 Yɛ me nkwagyeɛ botan faako a mɛtumi akɔ daa; hyɛ ma wɔmmɛgye me nkwa, na wo ne me botan ne mʼaban.
Be thou unto me, a Rock to dwell in, a Place of Security, To save me, For, my mountain crag and my stronghold, thou art.
4 Ao me Onyankopɔn, gye me firi amumuyɛfoɔ nsam, gye me firi nnebɔneyɛfoɔ ne atirimuɔdenfoɔ nsam.
Oh my God, deliver me, From the hand of the lawless one, From the clutch of the perverse and ruthless one;
5 Na woayɛ mʼanidasoɔ, Ao Asafo Awurade, mʼahotɔsoɔ firi mʼababunu berɛ mu.
For, thou, art my hope, My Lord, Yahweh, My confidence from my youthful days:
6 Ɛfiri awoɔ mu, mede me ho ato wo so; wo na woyii me firii me maame yafunu mu. Mɛkamfo wo daa.
Upon thee, have I stayed myself from birth, Thou art he that severed me, from the body of my mother, Of thee, shall be my praise—continually.
7 Mayɛ nhwɛsodeɛ ama bebree, nanso wo ne me dwanekɔbea denden.
A very wonder, have I been unto many, Seeing that, thou, hast been my strong refuge,
8 Wo nkamfo ahyɛ mʼanom ma, mekamfo wʼanimuonyam da mu nyinaa.
My mouth shall be filled with, thy praise, All the day, with thy splendour.
9 Nto me ntwene ɛberɛ a mabɔ akɔkoraa; mʼahoɔden sa me mu a, nnya me.
Do not cast me off in the time of old age, When my vigour faileth, do not forsake me;
10 Ɛfiri sɛ mʼatamfoɔ kasa tia me wɔn a wɔtwɛn sɛ wɔbɛkum me no bom pam me tiri so.
For mine enemies have spoken of me, And, they who watch for my life, have taken counsel together;
11 Wɔka sɛ, “Onyankopɔn agya no mu; momma yɛnti no na yɛnkyere no, na obiara nni hɔ a ɔbɛgye no.”
Saying, God, hath forsaken him, Pursue and take him, For there is none to rescue.
12 Ao Onyankopɔn, mfiri me nkyɛn nkɔ akyiri; Ao me Onyankopɔn, yɛ ntɛm bɛboa me.
O God, be not far from me, O my God, to help me, make haste!
13 Ma wɔn a wɔbɔ me soboɔ no nsɛe animguaseɛ mu; wɔn a wɔpɛ sɛ wɔpira me no ma ahohora ne animguaseɛ nkata wɔn so.
Let them be ashamed—be consumed, Who are assailing my life, —Let them be covered with reproach and confusion, Who are seeking my hurt.
14 Nanso me deɛ, mɛnya anidasoɔ daa; mɛkɔ so makamfo wo.
But, I, continually will hope, And will add to all thy praise;
15 Mɛka wo tenenee ho asɛm, ne wo nkwagyeɛ da mu nyinaa, nanso mennim ano.
My mouth, shall relate thy righteousness, All the day, thy deliverance, For I know not the numbers.
16 Ao Otumfoɔ Awurade, mɛba abɛpae mu aka wo nnwuma akɛseɛ no; mɛpae mu aka wo nko ara tenenee akyerɛ.
I will enter into the mighty doings of My Lord—Yahweh, I will make mention of thy righteousness—thine alone.
17 Ao Onyankopɔn, ɛfiri mʼababunu berɛ na wokyerɛkyerɛɛ me, na ɛbɛsi ɛnnɛ yi, meka wʼanwanwadeɛ a woayɛ kyerɛ.
O God, thou hast taught me from my youthful days, And, hitherto, have I been wont to tell of thy wonders;
18 Mpo sɛ mebɔ akɔkoraa na mefu dwono a, Ao Onyankopɔn, nnya me, kɔsi sɛ mɛka wo tumi ho asɛm akyerɛ nkyirimma, ne wo kɛseyɛ akyerɛ wɔn a wɔbɛba nyinaa.
Even now, therefore, that I am old and grayheaded, O God, do not forsake me, —Until I tell of thine arm unto a [new] generation, Unto every one that is to come, thy might;
19 Ao Onyankopɔn, wo tenenee duru sorosoro, wo a woayɛ nneɛma akɛseɛ. Ao Onyankopɔn, hwan na ɔte sɛ wo?
And, as for thy righteousness, O God, up on high, Wherein thou hast wrought great things, O God! who is like unto thee?
20 Mmom woama mahunu ɔhaw bebree a ɛyɛ yea; nanso wobɛma me nkwa bio; na wobɛyi me bio afiri asase ase.
Thou who hast let us see many distresses and misfortunes, Wilt again bring us to life, And, out of the resounding depths of the earth, wilt again raise us up;
21 Wobɛhyɛ me animuonyam bebree na woakyekye me werɛ bio.
Thou wilt increase my greatness, And, on every side, wilt comfort me.
22 Mede sankuo bɛkamfo wo Ao me Onyankopɔn, wo tenenee enti mɛto wʼayɛyi dwom wɔ sankuten so Ao Israel Kronkronni.
I also, will praise thee by the aid of a harp, Thy faithfulness, O my God, —I will make music unto thee with a lyre, Thou holy one of Israel;
23 Mʼanofafa de anigyeɛ bɛteam ɛberɛ a meto dwom kamfo woɔ, me a woagye me no.
My lips shall make a joyful noise, When I make music unto thee, And my soul which thou hast ransomed;
24 Me tɛkrɛma bɛka wo tenenee nnwuma da mu nyinaa, ɛfiri sɛ wɔn a wɔpɛ sɛ wɔha me no kɔ animguaseɛ ne basabasayɛ mu.
Even my tongue, all the day, shall softly utter thy righteousness, For they have turned pale—for they have blushed, Who were seeking my hurt.
