Psalms 120

1 A Song of Ascents. In my distress, I cried to the LORD. He answered me.

Ɔsoroforo dwom. Misu frɛ Awurade wɔ mʼahohiahia mu, na ogye me so.

2 Deliver my soul, LORD, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.

Awurade, gye me fi atoro ano, ne nnaadaa tɛkrɛma nsam.

3 What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you, you deceitful tongue?

Dɛn na ɔbɛyɛ wo, na dɛn na ɛka ho bio, wo nnaadaa tɛkrɛma?

4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

Ɔde asraafo bɛmma a ano yɛ nnam ne nnyansramma bɛtwe wʼaso.

5 Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

Nnome nka me sɛ metena Mesek, na mete Kedar ntamadan mu!

6 My soul has had her dwelling too long with him who hates peace.

Matena wɔn a wokyi asomdwoe mu akyɛ dodo.

7 I am for peace, but when I speak, they are for war.

Meyɛ asomdwoe nipa; nanso sɛ mekasa a, wɔde yɛ ɔko.