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Psalm 131

Psalm 131

A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem. A psalm of David.

Lord, my heart is not proud;
    my eyes are not haughty.
I don’t concern myself with matters too great
    or too awesome for me to grasp.
Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself,
    like a weaned child who no longer cries for its mother’s milk.
    Yes, like a weaned child is my soul within me.

O Israel, put your hope in the Lord
    now and always.

Nkwa Asem

Nnwom 131

Ahotoso mu mpaebɔ

1Awurade, magyae m’ahantan ne m’ahomaso no. Memma nsɛm akɛse, anaa nea ɛyɛ den ma me, nyɛ m’asɛm. Na mmom m’ani sɔ, na mewɔ asomdwoe. Sɛnea akokoaa da ne na basa so dinn no, saa ara na me koma da dinn wɔ me mu.

Israel, fa wo ho to Awurade so, ɛnnɛ ne daa nyinaa.