Psalms 120

1 A song of degrees. I called vnto the Lord in my trouble, and hee heard me.

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

2 Deliuer my soule, O Lord, from lying lippes, and from a deceitfull tongue.

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

3 What doeth thy deceitfull tongue bring vnto thee? or what doeth it auaile thee?

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

4 It is as the sharpe arrowes of a mightie man, and as the coales of iuniper.

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

5 Woe is to me that I remaine in Meschech, and dwell in the tentes of Kedar.

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

6 My soule hath too long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

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

7 I seeke peace, and when I speake thereof, they are bent to warre.

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