Psalms 120

1 A Song of degrees. In my trouble I called unto Jehovah, and he answered me.

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

2 Jehovah, deliver my soul from the lying lip, from the deceitful tongue.

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

3 What shall be given unto thee, what shall be added unto thee, thou deceitful tongue?

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

4 Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with burning coals of broom-wood.

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

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

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

6 My soul hath long dwelt with them that hate peace.

Matena ase akyɛre dodo wɔ wɔn a wɔkyiri asomdwoeɛ mu.

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

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