Nkwa Asem

Nnwom 129

Mpae a wɔbɔ tia Israel atamfo

1Israel, ka efi wo mmofraase, taa a w’atamfo ataa wo, nanso wɔantumi anni wo so kyerɛ yɛn. “Efi me mmofraase, m’atamfo ataa me atirimɔden so, nanso wɔantumi anni me so.

“Wotwaa kam kɛse te sɛ asase a wɔafuntum wɔ m’akyi. Nanso Awurade, ɔtreneeni no, agye me afi nkoasom mu.”

Obiara a ɔtan Sion no, wobedi ne so na wɔapam no asan n’akyi. Ma wɔn nyinaa nyɛ sɛ sare a enyin wɔ adan atifi ma ewu no; Obiara mmoaboa ano, na obiara nsoa no afiafi nkɔ. Obiara a obetwam wɔ hɔ no renka se, “Awurade nhyira mo! Yehyira mo wɔ Awurade din mu.”

New International Reader's Version

Psalm 129

Psalm 129

A song for those who go up to Jerusalem to worship the Lord.

Here is what Israel should say.
    “My enemies have treated me badly ever since I was a young nation.
My enemies have treated me badly ever since I was a young nation.
    But they haven’t won the battle.
They have made deep wounds in my back.
    It looks like a field a farmer has plowed.
The Lord does what is right.
    Sinners had tied me up with ropes. But the Lord has set me free.”

May all those who hate Zion
    be driven back in shame.
May they be like grass that grows on the roof of a house.
    It dries up before it can grow.
There isn’t enough of it to fill a person’s hand.
    There isn’t enough to tie up and carry away.
May no one who passes by say to those who hate Zion,
    “May the blessing of the Lord be on you.
    We bless you in the name of the Lord.”