Psalms 120

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Matena wɔn a wokyi asomdwoe mu akyɛ dodo.

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

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