Psalms 45
1 To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, for the sons of Korah, Maschil, A Song of loves. My heart is overflowing with a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made concerning the king: my tongue is the pen of a skilful 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 Thou art fairer than the children of men: grace is poured into thy lips: therefore God hath blessed thee for ever.
Wudi mu koraa wɔ mmarima mu na wɔde adom bi asra wʼano, esiane sɛ Onyankopɔn ahyira wo afebɔɔ no nti.
3 Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most mighty, with thy glory and thy majesty.
Fa wʼafoa bɔ wo nkyɛn mu, okokuroko; fa anuonyam ne kɛseyɛ fura.
4 And in thy majesty ride prosperously because of truth and meekness and righteousness; and thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things.
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 Thy arrows are sharp in the heart of the king’s enemies; by which the people fall under thee.
Ma wo bɛmma nnamnam no nhwirew ɔhene atamfo koma mu; na ma amanaman nhwe wʼanan ase.
6 Thy throne, O God, is for ever and ever: the sceptre of thy kingdom is a sceptre of justice.
Ao Onyankopɔn, wʼahengua no bɛtena hɔ daa daa; trenee ahempema bɛyɛ wʼahenni no ahempema.
7 Thou lovest righteousness, and hatest wickedness: therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy companions.
Wodɔ trenee na wukyi bɔne. Ɛno nti Onyankopɔn, wo Nyankopɔn de wo asi wo mfɛfo so, na ɔde anigye ngo asra wo.
8 All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, by which they have made thee glad.
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 Kings’ daughters were among thy honourable women: upon thy right hand stood 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 Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thy ear; forget also thy own people, and thy father’s house;
Ɔbabea tie, dwene ho, na yɛ osetie; ma wo werɛ mfi wo nkurɔfo ne wo papa fi.
11 So shall the king greatly desire thy beauty: for he is thy Lord; and worship thou him.
Wʼahoɔfɛ asɔ ɔhene no ani; di no ni, efisɛ ɔno ne wo wura.
12 And the daughter of Tyre shall be there with a gift; even the rich among the people shall entreat thy favour.
Tiro Babea de ayɛyɛde bɛba; mmarima adefo bɛdɛfɛdɛfɛ wo.
13 The king’s daughter is all glorious within: her clothing is of wrought gold.
Ɔhene babea a ɔwɔ ne pia mu no yɛ onuonyamfo wɔde sikakɔkɔɔ abobɔ nʼatade yuu mu.
14 She shall be brought to the king in raiment of needlework: the virgins her companions that follow her shall be brought to thee.
Ɔhyɛ ntade a wɔadi mu adwinni na wɔde no kɔma ɔhene; ne mfɛfo mmabun di nʼakyi na wɔde wɔn nyinaa brɛ wo.
15 With gladness and rejoicing shall they be brought: they shall enter into the king’s palace.
Wɔde ahosɛpɛw ne anigye kɔ mu; wɔhyɛn ɔhempɔn no ahemfi.
16 Instead of thy fathers shall be thy children, whom thou mayest make princes in all the earth.
Wo mmabarima besi wʼagyanom anan mu wobɛyɛ wɔn mmapɔmma wɔ asase no so nyinaa.
17 I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations: therefore shall the people praise thee for ever and ever.
Mɛma wɔakae wo wɔ awo ntoatoaso nyinaa mu; ɛno nti amanaman bɛkamfo wo daa nyinaa.
