Psalms 120

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

Ɔsoroforɔ dwom. Mesu frɛ Awurade wɔ mʼahohiahia mu, na ɔgye me so.

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

Ao Awurade, gye me firi atorɔ ano ne nnaadaa tɛkrɛma nsam.

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

Ɛdeɛn na ɔbɛyɛ wo, na ɛdeɛn na ɛka ho bio, Ao nnaadaa tɛkrɛma?

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

Ɔde asraafoɔ bɛmma a ano yɛ nnam ne gyasramma 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 mabɛsoɛ Mesek, na mete Kedar ntomadan mu!

6 I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

Matena ase akyɛre dodo wɔ wɔn a wɔkyiri asomdwoeɛ mu.

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

Meyɛ asomdwoeɛ onipa; nanso sɛ mekasa a, ɛyɛ ɔko ma wɔn.