Psalms 120

1 A Song of the Ascents. Unto Jehovah in my distress I have called, And He answereth me.

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

2 O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!

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

3 What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue!

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

4 Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.

Ɔde asraafoɔ bɛmma a ano yɛ nnam ne gyasramma bɛtwe wʼaso.

5 Woe to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.

Nnome nka me sɛ mabɛsoɛ Mesek, na mete Kedar ntomadan mu!

6 Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.

Matena ase akyɛre dodo wɔ wɔn a wɔkyiri asomdwoeɛ mu.

7 I [am] peace, and when I speak they [are] for war!

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