The Message

Psalm 21

A David Psalm

11-7 Your strength, God, is the king’s strength.
    Helped, he’s hollering Hosannas.
You gave him exactly what he wanted;
    you didn’t hold back.
You filled his arms with gifts;
    you gave him a right royal welcome.
He wanted a good life; you gave it to him,
    and then made it a long life as a bonus.
You lifted him high and bright as a cumulus cloud,
    then dressed him in rainbow colors.
You pile blessings on him;
    you make him glad when you smile.
Is it any wonder the king loves God?
    that he’s sticking with the Best?

8-12 With a fistful of enemies in one hand
    and a fistful of haters in the other,
You radiate with such brilliance
    that they cringe as before a furnace.
Now the furnace swallows them whole,
    the fire eats them alive!
You purge the earth of their progeny,
    you wipe the slate clean.
All their evil schemes, the plots they cook up,
    have fizzled—every one.
You sent them packing;
    they couldn’t face you.

13 Show your strength, God, so no one can miss it.
    We are out singing the good news!

Nkwa Asem

Nnwom 21

Nkonimdi ayeyi dwom

1O Awurade, ɔhene ani agye efisɛ, womaa no ahoɔden; odi ahurusi efisɛ, woma odii nkonim. Woama no nea ne koma pɛ; woayɛ n’abisade.

Wode nhyira dodow brɛɛ no bɛhyɛɛ no sikakɔkɔɔ ahenkyɛw. Obisaa wo nkwa, na womaa no nkwa a enni awiei. Esiane wo mmoa nti, n’anuonyam so. Woama no din ne tumi. Wo nhyira wɔ ne so daadaa; na ka a woka ne ho no ma odi ahurusi. Ɔhene no gye Otumfoɔ Awurade di, na esiane Awurade dɔ a ɔdɔ no daa nti, ɔhwɛ ne so daa.

Ɔhene bɛkyere n’atamfo nyinaa. Ɔbɛkyere obiara a ɔtan no. Sɛ ɔba a, ɔbɛsɛe wɔn sɛ ogya a ɛredɛw. Awurade bɛsɛe wɔn wɔ n’abufuw mu na ogya abɛhyew wɔn. 10 Ɛrenka wɔn aseni biara; ɔhene no bekunkum wɔn nyinaa. 11 Wɔyɛ nhyehyɛe, sɔre tia no nanso, wɔrenni nkonim. 12 Ɔbɛtow ne bɛmma akyerɛ wɔn so na wɔadan wɔn ho aguan.

13 Yɛkamfo wo, Awurade, wɔ w’ahoɔden kɛse no nti. Yɛbɛto nnwom akamfo wo mmaninne.