Nnwom 75

1 Asaf dwom. Ao Onyankopɔn, yɛda wo ase, yɛda wo ase, ɛfiri sɛ wo Din abɛn; nnipa ka wʼanwanwadeɛ kyerɛ.

For the choirmaster: To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Psalm of Asaph. A song. We give thanks to You, O God; we give thanks, for Your Name is near. The people declare Your wondrous works.

2 Woka sɛ, “Me na mehyɛɛ ɛberɛ a ɛsɛ no; ɛyɛ me na mebu atɛntenenee.

“When I choose a time, I will judge fairly.

3 Sɛ asase ne ɛso nnipa nyinaa woso a, me na mema nʼafadum gyina hɔ pintinn.

When the earth and all its dwellers quake, it is I who bear up its pillars.

4 Meka kyerɛ ahantanfoɔ sɛ, ‘Monnhoahoa mo ho bio,’ na meka kyerɛ amumuyɛfoɔ nso sɛ, ‘Mommma mo mmɛn so.

I say to the proud, ‘Do not boast,’ and to the wicked, ‘Do not lift up your horn.

5 Mommma mo mmɛn so ntia ɔsoro; mommfa animtiabuo nkasa.’”

Do not lift up your horn against heaven or speak with an outstretched neck.’”

6 Obiara mmfiri apueeɛ anaa atɔeɛ anaa ɛserɛ no so a ɔbɛtumi ama obi so.

For exaltation comes neither from east nor west, nor out of the desert,

7 Ɛyɛ Onyankopɔn na ɔbu atɛn: Ɔbrɛ ɔbaako ase, na ɔma ɔfoforɔ so.

but it is God who judges; He brings down one and exalts another.

8 Kuruwa bi hyɛ Awurade nsam nsã bi a ɛtwa ahuro a wɔde nnuhwam afra ahyɛ no ma; ɔhwie, na asase so amumuyɛfoɔ nyinaa nom ma ɛka aseɛ puo.

For a cup is in the hand of the LORD, full of foaming wine mixed with spices. He pours from His cup, and all the wicked of the earth drink it down to the dregs.

9 Me deɛ, mɛpae mu aka yei daa daa; mɛto ayɛyi dwom ama Yakob Onyankopɔn.

But I will proclaim Him forever; I will sing praise to the God of Jacob.

10 Mɛbubu amumuyɛfoɔ nyinaa mmɛn, nanso mɛma ateneneefoɔ ahoɔden foforɔ. Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ. Wɔde sankuo na ɛtoɔ.

“All the horns of the wicked I will cut off, but the horns of the righteous will be exalted.”