Psalms 120

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

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

2 ‘Deliver me, Lord, from the lip that is false and the tongue that is crafty.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Matena wɔn a wokyi asomdwoe mu akyɛ dodo.

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

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