Psalms 75

1 To the Chief Musician. "Do not Destroy." A Melody of Asaph, a Song. We have given thanks unto thee, O God, we have given thanks, And, in calling upon thy Name, men have recounted thy wonders.

Wɔde ma dwonkyerɛfo no. Wɔnto no sɛnea wɔto “Nsɛe No” nne so. Asaf dwom. Onyankopɔn, yɛda wo ase, yɛda wo ase, efisɛ wo Din abɛn; nnipa ka wʼanwonwade kyerɛ.

2 Surely I will take a set time, —I, with equity, will judge:

Woka se, “Me na mehyɛɛ bere a ɛsɛ no; ɛyɛ me na mibu atɛntrenee.

3 Earth was melting away with all its inhabitants, I, have fixed the pillars thereof. (Selah)

Sɛ asase ne so nnipa nyinaa wosow a, me na mema nʼafadum gyina hɔ pintinn.

4 I have said to the boasters, Do not boast, And to the lawless, Do not lift up a horn;

Meka kyerɛ ahantanfo se, ‘Monnhoahoa mo ho bio,’ na meka kyerɛ amumɔyɛfo nso se, ‘Mommma mo mmɛn so.

5 Do not lift up on high your horn, Nor speak of the Rock, with arrogance;

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

6 For neither from east nor west, Nor from the wilderness of the mountains [cometh exaltation];

Obiara mmfi apuei anaa atɔe anaa sare no so a obetumi ama obi so.

7 For, God himself, is about to judge, One, he will cast down, Another, he will lift up;

Ɛyɛ Onyankopɔn na obu atɛn: Ɔbrɛ ɔbaako ase, na ɔma ɔfoforo so.

8 For, a cup, is in the hand of Yahweh, Whose wine is foaming, It is full of spiced wine, Which he hath caused to flow from one to another, —Surely, the dregs thereof, they shall drain out—they shall drink, Even all the lawless ones of the earth.

Kuruwa bi hyɛ Awurade nsam nsa bi a etwa ahuru a wɔde nnuhuam afra ahyɛ no ma; ohwie, na asase so amumɔyɛfo nyinaa nom ma ɛka ase puw.

9 But, I, will exult unto times age-abiding, I will sing praises unto the God of Jacob;

Me de, mɛpae mu aka eyi daa daa; mɛto ayeyi dwom ama Yakob Nyankopɔn.

10 But, all the horns of the lawless, will I hew off, —Exalted shall be the horns of the Righteous One.

Mebubu amumɔyɛfo nyinaa mmɛn, na atreneefo mmɛn de, wɔbɛma so.