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.

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

2 Lord, please save me from liars and cheats!

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

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

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

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

Ɔde asraafoɔ bɛmma a ano yɛ nnam ne gyasramma 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 mabɛsoɛ Mesek, na mete Kedar ntomadan mu!

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

Matena ase akyɛre dodo wɔ wɔn a wɔkyiri asomdwoeɛ mu.

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

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