Nnwom 120

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

In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.

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

O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.

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

What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue.

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

The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.

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

Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar:

6 Matena wɔn a wokyi asomdwoe mu akyɛ dodo.

My soul hath been long a sojourner.

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

With them that hate peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.