Psalms 65

1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. A song. Praise waits for you, God, in Zion. Vows shall be performed to you.

Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Dawid dwom. Yɛn Nyankopɔn, ayeyi retwɛn wo wɔ Sion, na yebedi yɛn bɔ a yɛahyɛ wo no so.

2 You who hear prayer, all men will come to you.

Wo a woyɛ mpaebɔ tiefo, wo nkyɛn na nnipa nyinaa bɛba.

3 Sins overwhelmed me, but you atoned for our transgressions.

Bere a yɛn bɔne menee yɛn no, wo na wode yɛn mmarato kyɛɛ yɛn.

4 Blessed is the one whom you choose and cause to come near, that he may live in your courts. We will be filled with the goodness of your house, your holy temple.

Nhyira nka wɔn a wuyi wɔn ma wɔbɛn wo sɛ wɔntena wʼadiwo hɔ! Nneɛma pa a ɛwɔ wo fi ahyɛ yɛn ma, nea ɛwɔ wʼasɔredan kronkron mu no.

5 By awesome deeds of righteousness, you answer us, God of our salvation. You who are the hope of all the ends of the earth, of those who are far away on the sea.

Wode trenee nnwuma a ɛyɛ nwonwa ma yɛn mmuae, Onyankopɔn, yɛn agyenkwa, asase so mmaa nyinaa anidaso ne po so akyirikyiri nso.

6 By your power, you form the mountains, having armed yourself with strength.

Wonam wo tumi so yɛɛ mmepɔw de daa wʼahoɔden adi.

7 You still the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the turmoil of the nations.

Wudwudwoo po asorɔkye ano, asorɔkye no mmobɔwee, ne amanaman no hooyɛ.

8 They also who dwell in faraway places are afraid at your wonders. You call the morning’s dawn and the evening with songs of joy.

Wɔn a wɔte akyirikyiri no suro wʼanwonwade; faako a ade kye, nea anwummere yera, wofrɛ ahurusi nnwom wɔ hɔ.

9 You visit the earth, and water it. You greatly enrich it. The river of God is full of water. You provide them grain, for so you have ordained it.

Wohwɛ asase no gugu so nsu; woma no yɛ asase pa ma ɛboro so. Wode nsu hyɛ Onyankopɔn nsuwansuwa ma sɛnea ɛbɛma nnipa no aduan, efisɛ saa ne nea woahyɛ.

10 You drench its furrows. You level its ridges. You soften it with showers. You bless it with a crop.

Wofɔw nea woafuntum hɔ no fɔkyee na wokaa nkɔmoa no kataa so; wode nsu petee so ma no yɛɛ bɛtɛɛ na wuhyiraa so afifide.

11 You crown the year with your bounty. Your carts overflow with abundance.

Wode nnɔbae bebree wiee afe no, na wo nteaseɛnam yɛɛ ma buu so.

12 The wilderness grasslands overflow. The hills are clothed with gladness.

Sare so nwura dɔɔso na anigye baa nkoko so.

13 The pastures are covered with flocks. The valleys also are clothed with grain. They shout for joy! They also sing.

Nguankuw ahyɛ adidibea hɔ ma na awi akata aku no so; wɔbɔ ose, to ahosɛpɛw dwom.