Nnwom 129

1 Ɔsoroforɔ dwom. “Wɔahyɛ me so pii firi me mmɔfraase, ma Israel nka.

A Song of degrees. Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth — oh let Israel say —

2 “Wɔahyɛ me so pii firi me mmɔfraase, nanso wɔntumi nnii me so nkonim.

Many a time have they afflicted me from my youth; yet they have not prevailed against me.

3 Fentemfoɔ afentem mʼakyi ayɛ wɔn nkofie atentene.

The ploughers ploughed upon my back; they made long their furrows.

4 Nanso Awurade yɛ ɔteneneeni; Watwitwa amumuyɛfoɔ nhoma afiri me ho.”

Jehovah is righteous: he hath cut asunder the cords of the wicked.

5 Ma wɔn a wɔtan Sion nyinaa mfa animguaseɛ nsane wɔn akyi.

Let them be ashamed and turned backward, all that hate Zion;

6 Ma wɔnyɛ sɛ ɛserɛ a ɛwɔ ɔdan atifi, ɛnnyini na ahye;

Let them be as the grass upon the house-tops, which withereth before it is plucked up,

7 Ɛremma otwafoɔ nya biribi wɔ ne nsam, na deɛ ɔboaboa ano nso renya hwee nʼabasa so.

Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand, nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom;

8 Mma wɔn a wɔtwam hɔ nnka sɛ, “Awurade nhyira mmra mo so; yɛhyira mo wɔ Awurade din mu.”

Neither do the passers-by say, The blessing of Jehovah be upon you; we bless you in the name of Jehovah!