Nnwom 74
1 Asaf dwom. Ao Onyankopɔn, adɛn enti na woapo yɛn koraa yi? Adɛn enti na wʼabofuo hye wʼadidibea nnwan?
A maskil of Asaph. Why, O God, have you spurned us forever? Why smokes your wrath against the sheep of your pasture?
2 Kae nkurɔfoɔ a wotɔɔ wɔn teteete no, abusua a ɛyɛ wʼagyapadeɛ a wogyee wɔn no, Bepɔ Sion, baabi a woteɛ hɔ.
Remember the community you purchased of old to become by redemption the tribe of your heritage, Zion, the mountain you made your home.
3 Dane wo ho kyerɛ mmubuiɛ a ɛda so wɔ hɔ yi so, saa ɔsɛeɛ a ɔtamfoɔ no de abrɛ wo kronkronbea no.
Rouse yourself, visit its ruins complete. In the temple the foe has made havoc of all things.
4 Wʼatamfoɔ bobɔɔ mu wɔ baabi a wohyiaa yɛn no; wɔasisi wɔn mfrankaa sɛ agyiraeɛhyɛdeɛ wɔ hɔ.
Like lions your enemies roared through your house, replacing our symbols by signs of their own,
5 Wɔyɛɛ wɔn sɛ nnipa a wɔrehwim mmonnua de abubu nnua a ayɛ nkyɛkyerɛ.
hacking, like woodsmen who lift axes on thickets of trees,
6 Wɔde wɔn mmonnua ne nname bubuu nnua a wɔasene adi ho adwinneɛ no.
smashing with hatchets and hammers all of its carved work together.
7 Wɔhyee wo kronkronbea no dwerɛbee; wɔguu baabi a wo Din teɛ no ho fi.
They have set your temple on fire, to the very ground they have outraged the place where lives your name.
8 Wɔkaa wɔ wɔn akoma mu sɛ, “Yɛbɛtiatia wɔn so ayɛ wɔn pasaa!” Wɔhyee baabiara a wɔsom Onyankopɔn wɔ asase no so.
They have said in their heart, “Let us utterly crush them.” They have burned all the houses of God in the land.
9 Yɛnhunu wo nsɛnkyerɛnneɛ a ɛyɛ nwanwa biara bio; adiyifoɔ no nyinaa asa, na yɛn mu biara nnim nna dodoɔ a ɛbɛdie.
No symbol of ours do we see any more: no prophet is there any more, none is with us who knows how long.
10 Ao Onyankopɔn, wʼatamfoɔ bɛsere wo akɔsi da bɛn? Wɔn a wɔkyiri woɔ no bɛgu wo din ho fi daa anaa?
How long, O God, is the foe to insult? Shall the enemy spurn your name forever?
11 Adɛn enti na woatwe wo nsa, wo nsa nifa no? Yi firi wʼatadeɛ mmobɔeɛ no mu na sɛe wɔn.
Why, O Lord, do you hold back your hand, why keep your right hand in the folds of your robe?
12 Nanso, Ao Onyankopɔn, woyɛ me ɔhene firi tete; wode nkwagyeɛ ba asase so.
Yet God is our king from the ancient days, in the midst of the earth working deeds of salvation.
13 Ɛyɛ wo na wode wo tumi paee ɛpo mu no; wopɛkyɛɛ nsuo mu ɔtweaseɛ no ti.
It was you who did cleave the sea by your might, and shatter the heads of the ocean monsters.
14 Wopɛkyɛɛ Lewiatan no ti na wode no maa ɛserɛ so abɔdeɛ sɛ wɔn aduane.
It was you who did crush many-headed Leviathan, and give him as food to the beasts of the wilderness.
15 Wo na womaa nsuwa ne nsutire tueeɛ; na womaa nsubɔntene a ɛtene weweeɛ.
It was you who did cleave the fountains and torrents; it was you who did dry the perennial streams.
16 Adekyeeɛ wɔ wo na adesaeɛ nso yɛ wo dea; wode owia ne ɔsrane sisii hɔ.
Yours is the day; yours, too, is the night, it was you who did establish the sun and the star.
17 Ɛyɛ wo na wototoo asase so ahyeɛ nyinaa; wobɔɔ ahuhuro ne awɔ mmerɛ.
It was you who did fix all the borders of earth: summer and winter it’s you who have made them.
18 Ao Awurade, kae sɛdeɛ ɔtamfoɔ no sere woɔ, sɛdeɛ nkwaseafoɔ agu wo din ho fi.
Yet, for all this, the foe has insulted you, Lord, and a nation of fools has reviled your name.
19 Mfa wʼaborɔnoma nkwa mma nkekaboa; mma wo werɛ mfiri wo nkurɔfoɔ a wɔrehunu amane no nkwa afebɔɔ.
Do not give your dove to the beasts, do not forget your afflicted forever.
20 Ma wʼapam no ho nhia wo, ɛfiri sɛ akakabensɛm ahyɛ asase no so sum ma.
Look to the sleek ones – how full they are: the dark places of earth are the dwellings of violence.
21 Mma wɔn a wɔahyɛ wɔn soɔ no anim nngu ase; ma ahiafoɔ ne mmɔborɔfoɔ nkamfo wo din.
O let not the downtrodden turn back ashamed: let the poor and the needy sing praise to your name.
22 Ao Onyankopɔn, ma wo ho so na ka wo ara wʼasɛm; kae sɛdeɛ nkwaseafoɔ sere wo da mu nyinaa.
Arise, God, and defend your cause: remember how fools all the day insult you.
23 Mmu wʼani ngu wɔn a wɔsɔre tia wo no nteateam so, wʼatamfoɔ gyegyeegye a ɛkɔ soro daa no.
Do not forget the uproar of your enemies, the din of your foes that ascends evermore.
