Psalms 120

1 A song of ascents. In my distress I cried to the LORD, and He answered me.

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

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

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

3 What will He do to you, and what will be added to you, O deceitful tongue?

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

4 Sharp arrows will come from the warrior, with burning coals of the broom tree!

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

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

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

6 Too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

Matena wɔn a wokyi asomdwoe mu akyɛ dodo.

7 I am in favor of peace; but when I speak, they want war.

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