Psalms 120

1 The song of greces. Whanne Y was set in tribulacioun, Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me.

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

2 Lord, delyuere thou my soule fro wickid lippis; and fro a gileful tunge.

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

3 What schal be youun to thee, ether what schal be leid to thee; to a gileful tunge?

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

4 Scharpe arowis of the myyti; with colis that maken desolat.

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

5 Allas to me! for my dwelling in an alien lond is maad long, Y dwellide with men dwellinge in Cedar; my soule was myche a comelyng.

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

6 I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

Matena wɔn a wokyi asomdwoe mu akyɛ dodo.

7 whanne Y spak to hem, thei ayenseiden me with outen cause.

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