Psalms 9
1 For the Chief Musician. Set to “The Death of the Son.” A Psalm by David. I will give thanks to Yahweh with my whole heart. I will tell of all your marvelous works.
Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo. Wɔto no sɛnea wɔto “Ɔba no wu”. Dawid dwom. Awurade, mefi me koma nyinaa mu ada wo ase. Mɛka wʼanwonwade no nyinaa.
2 I will be glad and rejoice in you. I will sing praise to your name, O Most High.
Mɛma mʼani agye na madi ahurusi wɔ wo mu. Mɛto ayeyi dwom ama wo din, Ɔsorosoroni.
3 When my enemies turn back, they stumble and perish in your presence.
Mʼatamfo san wɔn akyi; wɔtetew hwe, na wowuwu wɔ wʼanim.
4 For you have maintained my just cause. You sit on the throne judging righteously.
Woadi mʼasɛm ama me, na menya mʼahofadi; woatena wʼahengua so, abu atɛntrenee.
5 You have rebuked the nations. You have destroyed the wicked. You have blotted out their name forever and ever.
Woatwe amanaman no aso, na woasɛe amumɔyɛfo. Woapepa wɔn din a wɔrenkae wɔn bio.
6 The enemy is overtaken by endless ruin. The very memory of the cities which you have overthrown has perished.
Ɔsɛe a enni awiei ato ɔtamfo no, woatutu wɔn nkuropɔn; na wɔnkae wɔn bio mpo.
7 But Yahweh reigns forever. He has prepared his throne for judgment.
Awurade di hene daa daa; wasi nʼatemmu ahengua.
8 He will judge the world in righteousness. He will administer judgment to the peoples in uprightness.
Ɔde trenee bebu wiase atɛn; ɔde atɛntrenee bedi nnipa no so.
9 Yahweh will also be a high tower for the oppressed; a high tower in times of trouble.
Awurade yɛ guankɔbea ma wɔn a wodi wɔn nya no, ɔyɛ abandennen wɔ ahohia mmere mu.
10 Those who know your name will put their trust in you, for you, Yahweh, have not forsaken those who seek you.
Wɔn a wonim wo din no de wɔn ho bɛto wo so, efisɛ, wo Awurade, wunnyaw obiara a ɔhwehwɛ wo no mu da.
11 Sing praises to Yahweh, who dwells in Zion, and declare among the people what he has done.
Monto ayeyi dwom mma Awurade a ɔte ahengua so wɔ Sion; mompae mu nka nea wayɛ wɔ amanaman no mu.
12 For he who avenges blood remembers them. He doesn’t forget the cry of the afflicted.
Na ɔkae nea ɔtɔ mogya so were no; ommu nʼani ngu ɔbrɛfo sufrɛ so.
13 Have mercy on me, Yahweh. See my affliction by those who hate me, and lift me up from the gates of death,
Awurade, hwɛ sɛnea mʼatamfo teetee me! Hu me mmɔbɔ na yi me fi owu apon ano,
14 that I may show all of your praise. I will rejoice in your salvation in the gates of the daughter of Zion.
na matumi apae mu aka wʼayeyi wɔ Ɔbabea Sion apon ano, na madi ahurusi wɔ wo nkwagye no mu hɔ.
15 The nations have sunk down in the pit that they made. In the net which they hid, their own foot is taken.
Amanaman mufo atɔ amoa a wɔatu no mu; afiri a wosum hintaw no ayi wɔn anan.
16 Yahweh has made himself known. He has executed judgment. The wicked is snared by the work of his own hands. (Meditation, Selah)
Awurade atɛntrenee da no adi; amumɔyɛfo nsa ano adwuma ayi wɔn.
Amumɔyɛfo san kɔ ɔda mu, amanaman a wɔn werɛ fi Onyankopɔn nyinaa. (Sheol h7585)
18 For the needy shall not always be forgotten, nor the hope of the poor perish forever.
Nanso ɛnyɛ daa na ne werɛ befi ohiani, anaasɛ mmɔborɔni anidaso bɛyera korakora.
19 Arise, Yahweh! Don’t let man prevail. Let the nations be judged in your sight.
Sɔre! Awurade, mma ɔdesani nni nkonim, bu amanaman no atɛn wɔ wʼanim.
20 Put them in fear, Yahweh. Let the nations know that they are only men. (Selah)
Bɔ wɔn hu, Awurade; na ma wonhu sɛ, wɔyɛ adesa bi kɛkɛ.
