Psalms 21

1 To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David. The king shall joy in thy strength, Jehovah; and in thy salvation how greatly shall he rejoice.

Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ. Dawid dwom. Ao Awurade, ɔhene no anigye wɔ wʼahoɔden mu. Nʼani gye mmorosoɔ wɔ nkonimdie a wo ma no nti!

2 Thou hast given him his heart's desire, and hast not withholden the request of his lips. (Selah)

Woama no deɛ nʼakoma pɛ; woamfa nʼabisadeɛ ankame no.

3 For thou hast met him with the blessings of goodness; thou hast set a crown of pure gold on his head.

Wode nhyira a ɛdi mu hyiaa no na wode sikakɔkɔɔ amapa ahenkyɛ hyɛɛ no.

4 He asked life of thee; thou gavest [it] him, length of days for ever and ever.

Ɔbisaa wo hɔ nkwa, na wode maa no, nna tentene a ɛnni awieeɛ.

5 His glory is great through thy salvation; majesty and splendour hast thou laid upon him.

Nkonimdie a woma no enti, nʼanimuonyam so; wode kɛseyɛ ne anidie adom no.

6 For thou hast made him to be blessings for ever; thou hast filled him with joy by thy countenance.

Ampa ara, woama no nhyira a ɛnsa da na wo nsrahwɛ ama me ho ahosɛpɛ me.

7 For the king confideth in Jehovah: and through the loving-kindness of the Most High he shall not be moved.

Ɔhene no de ne ho to Awurade so; Ɔsorosoroni no nokorɛ dɔ no enti, Ɔhene renhinhim.

8 Thy hand shall find out all thine enemies; thy right hand shall find out those that hate thee.

Wo nsa bɛka wʼatamfoɔ nyinaa; wo nsa nifa bɛsɔ wɔn a wɔkyiri woɔ mu.

9 Thou shalt make them as a fiery furnace in the time of thy presence; Jehovah shall swallow them up in his anger, and the fire shall devour them:

Ɛberɛ a wobɛyi wo ho adi no wobɛyɛ wɔn sɛ fononoo a emu adɔ. Awurade firi nʼabufuhyeɛ mu bɛmene wɔn, na ne ogya no ahye wɔn.

10 Their fruit shalt thou destroy from the earth, and their seed from among the children of men.

Wobɛtɔre wɔn ase wɔ asase so, na wɔn asefoɔ afiri adasamma mu.

11 For they intended evil against thee; they imagined a mischievous device, which they could not execute.

Ɛwom sɛ wɔbɔ pɔ tia wo na wɔyɛ nhyehyɛeɛ bɔne, nanso wɔrenni nkonim;

12 For thou wilt make them turn their back; thou wilt make ready thy bowstring against their face.

ɛfiri sɛ wobɛma wɔasane wɔn akyi ɛberɛ a woatwe bɛmma akyerɛ wɔn so.

13 Be thou exalted, Jehovah, in thine own strength: we will sing and celebrate thy power.

Yɛma wo so, Ao Awurade, wɔ wʼahoɔden mu; yɛbɛto nnwom na yɛakamfo wo kɛseyɛ.