Psalms 120

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Matena wɔn a wokyi asomdwoe mu akyɛ dodo.

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

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