Salme 120

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

A Song of Ascents. Unto Yahweh, in the distress that befell me, I cried—and he answered me.

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

O Yahweh! rescue thou my soul—from the false lip, from the deceitful tongue.

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

What shall be given to thee, and what shall be added to thee, thou deceitful tongue?

4 Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

The arrows of the hero sharpened, with burning coals of broom.

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

Woe is me, That I sojourn in Meshek, —That I abide near the tents of Kedar!

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

Long, hath my soul had her dwelling with him that hateth peace:

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

I, am for peace, and verily I speak, They, are for war!