Salme 120

1 Sang til Festrejserne. Jeg raabte til HERREN i Nød, og han svarede mig.

A Song of the going up. In my trouble my cry went up to the Lord, and he gave me an answer.

2 HERRE, udfri min Sjæl fra Løgnelæber, fra den falske Tunge!

O Lord, be the saviour of my soul from false lips, and from the tongue of deceit.

3 Der ramme dig dette og hint, du falske Tunge!

What punishment will he give you? what more will he do to you, you false tongue?

4 Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.

5 Ve mig, at jeg maa leve som fremmed i Mesjek, bo iblandt Kedars Telte!

Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar.

6 Min Sjæl har længe nok boet blandt Folk, som hader Fred.

My soul has long been living with the haters of peace.

7 Jeg vil Fred; men taler jeg, vil de Krig!

I am for peace: but when I say so, they are for war.