Salme 120

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

A Song of the Ascents. Unto Jehovah in my distress I have called, And He answereth me.

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

O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!

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

What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue!

4 Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.

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

Woe to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.

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

Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.

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

I [am] peace, and when I speak they [are] for war!