Psalms 120

1 A Song of degrees. In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.

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

2 Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, [and] from a deceitful tongue.

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

3 What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?

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

4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

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

5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, [that] I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

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

6 My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

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

7 I [am for] peace: but when I speak, they [are] for war.

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