Salme 120

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

A song of ascents. In distress I cried to the Lord, and he answered me.

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

“Deliver me, Lord, from the lip that is false and the tongue that is crafty.”

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

What shall he give to you, you tongue that is crafty? What yet shall he give to you?

4 Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

Arrows of warrior, sharpened, with glowing broom coals together.

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

Woe is me that I sojourn in Meshech, that I live by the tents of Kedar.

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

Already too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

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

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