Salme 120

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

A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. I called out to the Lord for help in all my troubles, and he answered me.

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

Lord, please save me from liars and cheats!

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

What will the Lord do to you, you liars? How will he punish you?

4 Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

With the sharp arrows of a warrior and burning coals made from a broom tree.

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

I'm sorry for myself, because I live as a foreigner in Meshech, or among the tent-dwellers of Kedar.

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

I have lived for far too long among people who hate peace.

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

I want peace, but when I talk of peace, they want war.