Nnwom 120

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

A song of ascents. In my distress I called out to Yahweh, and he answered me.

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

Rescue my life, Yahweh, from those who lie with their lips and deceive with their tongues.

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

How will he punish you, and what more will he do to you, you who have a lying tongue?

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

He will punish you with the arrows of a warrior sharpened over burning coals of the broom tree.

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

Woe is me because I temporarily live in Meshech; I lived previously among the tents of Kedar.

6 Matena wɔn a wokyi asomdwoe mu akyɛ dodo.

For too long I have lived with those who hate peace.

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

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