Nnwom 144
1 Dawid deɛ. Nkamfoɔ nka Awurade, me Botan, deɛ ɔkyerɛkyerɛ me nsa akodie, na ɔkyerɛkyerɛ me nsateaa akodie.
By David. Blessed be Yahweh, my rock, who trains my hands to war, and my fingers to battle—
2 Ɔyɛ mʼadɔeɛ Onyankopɔn ne mʼaban, mʼabandenden ne me ɔgyefoɔ, me kyɛm a mewɔ dwanekɔbea wɔ ne mu; ɔno na ɔka nnipa hyɛ mʼase.
my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me.
3 Ao Awurade, hwan ne onipa, a wʼani ku ne ho? Hwan ne onipa ba, a wodwene ne ho yi?
Yahweh, what is man, that you care for him? Or the son of man, that you think of him?
4 Onipa te sɛ ahomeɛ; ne nna te sɛ sunsum a ɛretwam.
Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.
5 Ao Awurade, firi ɔsoro hɔ na siane bra fam; fa wo nsa ka mmepɔ, na ɛmfiri wisie.
Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
6 Soma anyinam na bɔ atamfoɔ no hwete; to wo mmemma no ma wɔn nnwane.
Throw out lightning, and scatter them. Send out your arrows, and rout them.
7 Tene wo nsa firi soro bra fam; gye me na yi me firi nsuo akɛseɛ ho, firi ananafoɔ nsam,
Stretch out your hand from above, rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters, out of the hands of foreigners,
8 wɔn a atorɔ ayɛ wɔn anomu ma, na wɔn nsa nifa yɛ nnaadaa.
whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 Ao Onyankopɔn, mɛto dwom foforɔ ama wo; mɛto dwom wɔ sankuo a nhoma edu gu soɔ so ama wo,
I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
10 ama Ɔbaako a ɔde nkonimdie ma ahemfo, na ɔgye ne ɔsomfoɔ Dawid firi akofena kɔdiawuo ano.
You are he who gives salvation to kings, who rescues David, his servant, from the deadly sword.
11 Gye me na yi me firi ananafoɔ nsam, wɔn a atorɔ ayɛ wɔn anomu ma na wɔn nsa nifa yɛ nnaadaa.
Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners, whose mouths speak deceit, whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
12 Afei yɛn mmammarima mmeranteberɛ bɛyɛ sɛ afifideɛ a wɔahwɛ so yie, na yɛn mmammaa bɛyɛ sɛ adum a wɔasene de asiesie ahemfie.
Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
13 Yɛn asan bɛyɛ ma. Aduane ahodoɔ biara bɛba mu bi. Yɛn nnwan bɛdɔɔso ayɛ mpem mpem, ayɛ mpemdu du wɔ yɛn mfuo so;
Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep produce thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
14 yɛn anantwie bɛtwe nnuane a ɛdɔɔso na emu yɛ duru. Obiara rentumi nnwiri yɛn afasuo ngu; yɛrenkɔ nkoasom mu, na agyaadwotwa remma yɛn mmɔntene so.
Our oxen will pull heavy loads. There is no breaking in, and no going away, and no outcry in our streets.
15 Nhyira nka nnipa a ɛbɛba mu saa ama wɔn. Nhyira nka nnipa a wɔn Onyankopɔn ne Awurade.
Happy are the people who are in such a situation. Happy are the people whose God is Yahweh.
