Psalms 120

1 A Song of degrees. In my distress I cried to the LORD, and he heard me.

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

2 Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

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

3 What shall be given to thee? or what shall be done to thee, thou false tongue?

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

4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

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

5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

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

6 My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

Matena wɔn a wokyi asomdwoe mu akyɛ dodo.

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

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