Salme 120

1 Jeg raabte til Herren i min Nød, og han bønhørte mig.

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

2 Herre! fri min Sjæl fra Løgnens Læbe, fra en svigefuld Tunge.

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

3 Hvad giver han dig, og hvad giver han dig ydermere, du svigefulde Tunge?

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

4 Den vældiges skærpede Pile med Gløder af Enebærtræ!

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

5 Ve mig! thi jeg har været som fremmed iblandt Mesek, jeg har boet ved Kedars Telte.

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

6 Min Sjæl har længe nok boet hos dem, som hade Fred.

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

7 Jeg er fredsommelig; men naar jeg taler, da ere disse færdige til Krig.

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