Salme 120

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

A Song of Ascents. In my distress, I cried to the LORD. He answered me.

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

Deliver my soul, LORD, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.

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

What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you, you deceitful tongue?

4 Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

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

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

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

My soul has had her dwelling too long with him who hates peace.

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

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