Nnwom 75

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

For the leader; al tashheth. A psalm of Asaph, a song. We praise you, God, we praise you: we would call on your name and declare your wonders.

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

“At the time I choose, I will judge fairly.

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

Though earth melt and all her inhabitants, it is I who keep steady her pillars.” (Selah)

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

I say to the boasters, “Boast not”; to the wicked, “Lift not up your horn:

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

lift not your horn on high, speak not boldly against the Rock.”

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

For not from east nor west, not from desert nor mountains;

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

but God himself is the judge, humbling one and exalting 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.

In the hand of the Lord is a cup foaming wine, richly spiced. Out of this he pours a draught, and all the wicked of earth must drain it down to the dregs.

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

But I will rejoice forever, singing praise to the God of Jacob.

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

I will hew all the horns of the wicked, but the horns of the just shall be lifted.