Salme 120

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

“A song of the degrees.” Unto the Lord, when I was in distress, did I call, and he hath answered me.

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

O Lord, deliver my soul from lips of falsehood, and from a tongue of deceit.

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

What will [God] give unto thee? or what will he add unto thee, thou tongue of deceit?

4 Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

Sharpened arrows of the mighty, with coals of the broom-bush.

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

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

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

Too long for herself hath my soul dwelt with him that hateth peace.

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

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