Salme 120

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

A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. I have called to YHWH in my distress, And He answers me.

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

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

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

What does He give to you? And what does He add to you? O deceitful tongue!

4 Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

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

5 Ve mig, at jeg må 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.

My soul has dwelt too much with him who is hating peace.

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

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