Psalms 120

1 A Canticle in steps. When troubled, I cried out to the Lord, and he heard me.

Ɔsoroforɔ dwom. Mesu frɛ Awurade wɔ mʼahohiahia mu, na ɔgye me so.

2 O Lord, free my soul from lips of iniquity and from the deceitful tongue.

Ao Awurade, gye me firi atorɔ ano ne nnaadaa tɛkrɛma nsam.

3 What will be given to you, or what will be added to you, for a deceitful tongue?:

Ɛdeɛn na ɔbɛyɛ wo, na ɛdeɛn na ɛka ho bio, Ao nnaadaa tɛkrɛma?

4 the sharp arrows of the powerful, along with the burning coals of desolation.

Ɔde asraafoɔ bɛmma a ano yɛ nnam ne gyasramma bɛtwe wʼaso.

5 Woe to me, for my sojourning has been prolonged. I have lived with the inhabitants of Kedar.

Nnome nka me sɛ mabɛsoɛ Mesek, na mete Kedar ntomadan mu!

6 My soul has long been a sojourner.

Matena ase akyɛre dodo wɔ wɔn a wɔkyiri asomdwoeɛ mu.

7 With those who hated peace, I was peaceful. When I spoke to them, they fought against me without cause.

Meyɛ asomdwoeɛ onipa; nanso sɛ mekasa a, ɛyɛ ɔko ma wɔn.