Nnwom 30

1 Dwom a wɔto de buee Asɔredan no ano. Dawid dwom. Mɛma wo so, Awurade, efisɛ, woayi me afi bun mu na woamma mʼatamfo anserew me.

A Melody. A Song for the Dedication of the House. David’s. I will extol thee, O Yahweh, for thou hast drawn me up, —and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.

2 Awurade me Nyankopɔn, misu frɛɛ wo sɛ boa me na wosaa me yare.

O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

3 Awurade, wuyii me fii ɔda mu; wode me ho kyɛɛ me na woamma mankɔ amoa mu. (Sheol h7585)

O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Monto ayeyi nnwom mma Awurade; mo a moyɛ nʼahotewfo! Monkamfo ne din kronkron no.

Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.

5 Nʼabufuw nkyɛ, na nʼadɔe wɔ hɔ daa; agyaadwotwa bɛwɔ hɔ anadwo, nanso ahosɛpɛw bɛba anɔpa.

For there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning,’tis a Shout of Triumph!

6 Metee nka sɛ mewɔ bammɔ no, mekae se, “Merenhinhim da.”

But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!

7 Awurade, woyɛɛ me adom no womaa me bepɔw gyinaa pintinn na wode wʼanim hintaw me no, me koma tui.

O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!

8 Wo, Awurade na mefrɛɛ wo; wo hɔ na misu mesrɛɛ mmɔborɔhunu se:

Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:

9 “Mfaso bɛn na ɛwɔ me sɛe so, sɛ mɛkɔ amoa mu? Mfutuma beyi wo ayɛ ana? Ɛbɛpae mu aka wo nokwaredi ana?

What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?

10 Tie me, Awurade, na hu me mmɔbɔ! Awurade, yɛ me boafo.”

Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.

11 Wodan mʼagyaadwotwa yɛɛ no asaw; wuyii mʼatweaatam fii me ho na wode anigye furaa me,

Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:

12 sɛ me koma bɛto nnwom ama wo na ɛrenyɛ komm. Awurade me Nyankopɔn, meyi wo ayɛ daa.

To the end that mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.