Salme 120

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

In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.

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

O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.

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

What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue.

4 Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.

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

Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar:

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

My soul hath been long a sojourner.

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

With them that hate peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.