Nnwom 120

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

In my distress, I cried to Adonai. He answered me.

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

Deliver my soul, Adonai, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.

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

What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you, you deceitful tongue?

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

Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

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

Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

6 Matena wɔn a wokyi asomdwoe mu akyɛ dodo.

My soul has had her dwelling too long with him who hates peace.

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

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