Psalms 120

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. I called out to the Lord for help in all my troubles, and he answered me.

Mɔzɔha. Meyɔ Yehowa le nye xaxa me, eye wòtɔ nam.

2 Lord, please save me from liars and cheats!

O! Yehowa, ɖem, tso aʋatsonuyiwo kple alakpaɖewo ƒe asi me.

3 What will the Lord do to you, you liars? How will he punish you?

O! Alakpaɖe, nu ka wòawɔ na wò, eye nu ka wòatsɔ akpee na wò?

4 With the sharp arrows of a warrior and burning coals made from a broom tree.

Atsɔ aʋawɔla ƒe aŋutrɔ ɖaɖɛwo ahe to na wòe kpe ɖe yɔkuti ƒe dzoka xɔxɔwo ŋuti.

5 I'm sorry for myself, because I live as a foreigner in Meshech, or among the tent-dwellers of Kedar.

Baba nam be mele Mesek, eye mele Kedar ƒe agbadɔwo me!

6 I have lived for far too long among people who hate peace.

Menɔ ame siwo lé fu ŋutifafa la dome wòdidi fũu akpa.

7 I want peace, but when I talk of peace, they want war.

Ŋutifafamee menye, gake ne meƒo nu la, woawo kpea aʋa.