Salme 120

1 (Sang til Festrejserne.) Jeg råbte til HERREN i Nød, og han svarede mig.

A Song of Degrees. In mine affliction I cried to the Lord, and he hearkened to me.

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

Deliver my soul, O Lord, from unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

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

What should be given to thee, and what should be added to thee, for [thy] crafty tongue?

4 Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

Sharpened weapons of the mighty, with coals of the desert.

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

Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged; I have tabernacled among the tents of Kedar.

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

My soul has long been a sojourner;

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

I was peaceable among them that hated peace; when I spoke to them, they warred against me without a cause.