Psalmowo 120

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

A song of ascents. In distress I cried to the Lord, and he answered me.

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

“Deliver me, Lord, from the lip that is false and the tongue that is crafty.”

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

What shall he give to you, you tongue that is crafty? What yet shall he give to you?

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

Arrows of warrior, sharpened, with glowing broom coals together.

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

Woe is me that I sojourn in Meshech, that I live by the tents of Kedar.

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

Already too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

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

I am for peace: but when I speak of it, they are for war.