Salme 120

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

A Song of Ascents. In my distress I called unto the LORD, and He answered me.

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

O LORD, deliver my soul from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.

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

What shall be given unto thee, and what shall be done more unto thee, thou deceitful tongue?

4 Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of broom.

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

Woe is me, that I sojourn with Meshech, that I dwell beside the tents of Kedar!

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

My soul hath full long had her dwelling with him that hateth peace.

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

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