Psalms 75

1 For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “Do Not Destroy.” A Psalm by Asaph. A song. We give thanks to you, God. We give thanks, for your Name is near. Men tell about your wondrous works.

Wɔde ma dwomkyerɛfoɔ no. Wɔnto no sɛdeɛ wɔto “Nsɛe No” nne so. Asaf dwom. Ao Onyankopɔn, yɛda wo ase, yɛda wo ase, ɛfiri sɛ wo Din abɛn; nnipa ka wʼanwanwadeɛ kyerɛ.

2 When I choose the appointed time, I will judge blamelessly.

Woka sɛ, “Me na mehyɛɛ ɛberɛ a ɛsɛ no; ɛyɛ me na mebu atɛntenenee.

3 The earth and all its inhabitants quake. I firmly hold its pillars. (Selah)

Sɛ asase ne ɛso nnipa nyinaa woso a, me na mema nʼafadum gyina hɔ pintinn.

4 I said to the arrogant, “Don’t boast!” I said to the wicked, “Don’t lift up the horn.

Meka kyerɛ ahantanfoɔ sɛ, ‘Monnhoahoa mo ho bio,’ na meka kyerɛ amumuyɛfoɔ nso sɛ, ‘Mommma mo mmɛn so.

5 Don’t lift up your horn on high. Don’t speak with a stiff neck.”

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

6 For neither from the east, nor from the west, nor yet from the south, comes exaltation.

Obiara mmfiri apueeɛ anaa atɔeɛ anaa ɛserɛ no so a ɔbɛtumi ama obi so.

7 But God is the judge. He puts down one, and lifts up another.

Ɛyɛ Onyankopɔn na ɔbu atɛn: Ɔbrɛ ɔbaako ase, na ɔma ɔfoforɔ so.

8 For in Yahweh’s hand there is a cup, full of foaming wine mixed with spices. He pours it out. Indeed the wicked of the earth drink and drink it to its very dregs.

Kuruwa bi hyɛ Awurade nsam nsã bi a ɛtwa ahuro a wɔde nnuhwam afra ahyɛ no ma; ɔhwie, na asase so amumuyɛfoɔ nyinaa nom ma ɛka aseɛ puo.

9 But I will declare this forever: I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

Me deɛ, mɛpae mu aka yei daa daa; mɛto ayɛyi dwom ama Yakob Onyankopɔn.

10 I will cut off all the horns of the wicked, but the horns of the righteous shall be lifted up.

Mɛbubu amumuyɛfoɔ nyinaa mmɛn, nanso mɛma ateneneefoɔ ahoɔden foforɔ.