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.

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

2 Lord, please save me from liars and cheats!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Matena wɔn a wokyi asomdwoe mu akyɛ dodo.

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

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