Psalms 45
1 For the leader; on shoshannim. Of the Korahites. A maskil. A love song. My heart is astir with beautiful words: I will sing a song, concerning the king, with tongue like the pen of a ready writer.
Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔde “lilie” sanku dwontobea na ɛtoe. Koramma dwom. Ayeforohyia dwom. Botae bi a edi mu akanyan me koma bere a merebɔ ɔhene mmran no; me tɛkrɛma yɛ ɔkyerɛwfo kunini bi kyerɛwdua.
2 Your beauty is more than mortal, grace is shed over your lips: therefore God has blessed you forever.
Wudi mu koraa wɔ mmarima mu na wɔde adom bi asra wʼano, esiane sɛ Onyankopɔn ahyira wo afebɔɔ no nti.
3 Warrior, strap your sword on your thigh. What glory and splendour!
Fa wʼafoa bɔ wo nkyɛn mu, okokuroko; fa anuonyam ne kɛseyɛ fura.
4 Good fortune attend you, as forth you ride in the cause of good faith, and as champion of justice. May your arm instruct you in deeds of dread.
Fa wo kɛseyɛ mu kɔ wʼanim nkonimdi so wɔ nokware, ahobrɛase ne trenee mu; ma wo nsa nifa nna wo nnwuma a ɛyɛ nwonwa no adi.
5 Sharp are your arrows; nations fall under you: pierced to the heart are the foes of the king.
Ma wo bɛmma nnamnam no nhwirew ɔhene atamfo koma mu; na ma amanaman nhwe wʼanan ase.
6 Your throne shall endure for ever and ever your royal sceptre a sceptre of equity.
Ao Onyankopɔn, wʼahengua no bɛtena hɔ daa daa; trenee ahempema bɛyɛ wʼahenni no ahempema.
7 Right you love and wrong you hate: therefore the Lord your God anoints you With oil of gladness above your fellows.
Wodɔ trenee na wukyi bɔne. Ɛno nti Onyankopɔn, wo Nyankopɔn de wo asi wo mfɛfo so, na ɔde anigye ngo asra wo.
8 With myrrh, aloes, and cassia your robes are all fragrant, you are gladdened by music of ivory harps.
Kurobow, pɛprɛ ne bɛwewonua hua agye wo batakari mu nyinaa; sanku so nnwom a efi ahemfi a wɔde asonse asiesie ho mu ma wʼani gye.
9 King’s daughters stand ready with jewels for you, at your right hand the queen in gold of Ophir.
Ahemfo mmabea ka wo mmea atitiriw ho; wo nsa nifa so na ayeforo dehye a ɔhyɛ Ofir sikakɔkɔɔ gyina.
10 Listen, daughter, and see; and incline your ear: forget your folk and your father’s house.
Ɔbabea tie, dwene ho, na yɛ osetie; ma wo werɛ mfi wo nkurɔfo ne wo papa fi.
11 And when the king desires your beauty, bow to him, for he is your lord.
Wʼahoɔfɛ asɔ ɔhene no ani; di no ni, efisɛ ɔno ne wo wura.
12 So shall the Tyrians come with gifts, and the richest of people will do you homage.
Tiro Babea de ayɛyɛde bɛba; mmarima adefo bɛdɛfɛdɛfɛ wo.
13 The king’s daughter is glorious altogether, with dress of pearls inwrought with gold.
Ɔhene babea a ɔwɔ ne pia mu no yɛ onuonyamfo wɔde sikakɔkɔɔ abobɔ nʼatade yuu mu.
14 In many-coloured robes she is led to the king, with the virgin companions she brought in her train.
Ɔhyɛ ntade a wɔadi mu adwinni na wɔde no kɔma ɔhene; ne mfɛfo mmabun di nʼakyi na wɔde wɔn nyinaa brɛ wo.
15 The king’s palace they enter with joy and rejoicing.
Wɔde ahosɛpɛw ne anigye kɔ mu; wɔhyɛn ɔhempɔn no ahemfi.
16 May sons of yours take the place of your fathers, whom you will make princes in all the land.
Wo mmabarima besi wʼagyanom anan mu wobɛyɛ wɔn mmapɔmma wɔ asase no so nyinaa.
17 Your name will I celebrate world without end, so that nations shall praise you for ever and ever.
Mɛma wɔakae wo wɔ awo ntoatoaso nyinaa mu; ɛno nti amanaman bɛkamfo wo daa nyinaa.
