Psalms 120

1 A Song of Ascents. Unto Yahweh, in the distress that befell me, I cried—and he answered me.

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

2 O Yahweh! rescue thou my soul—from the false lip, from the deceitful tongue.

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

3 What shall be given to thee, and what shall be added to thee, thou deceitful tongue?

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

4 The arrows of the hero sharpened, with burning coals of broom.

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

5 Woe is me, That I sojourn in Meshek, —That I abide near the tents of Kedar!

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

6 Long, hath my soul had her dwelling with him that hateth peace:

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

7 I, am for peace, and verily I speak, They, are for war!

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