Psalms 120

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

Ɔsoroforɔ dwom. Mesu frɛ Awurade wɔ mʼahohiahia mu, na ɔgye me so.

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

Ao Awurade, gye me firi atorɔ ano ne nnaadaa tɛkrɛma nsam.

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

Ɛdeɛn na ɔbɛyɛ wo, na ɛdeɛn na ɛka ho bio, Ao nnaadaa tɛkrɛma?

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

Ɔde asraafoɔ bɛmma a ano yɛ nnam ne gyasramma bɛtwe wʼaso.

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

Nnome nka me sɛ mabɛsoɛ Mesek, na mete Kedar ntomadan mu!

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

Matena ase akyɛre dodo wɔ wɔn a wɔkyiri asomdwoeɛ mu.

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

Meyɛ asomdwoeɛ onipa; nanso sɛ mekasa a, ɛyɛ ɔko ma wɔn.