Salme 120

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

[the] song of The ascents to Yahweh in distress of me I called out and he answered me.

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

O Yahweh deliver! self my from a lip of falsehood from a tongue deceit.

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

What? will anyone give to you and what? will anyone add to you O tongue deceit.

4 Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

Arrows of a warrior sharpened with burning coals of broom plants.

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

Woe! to me that I have sojourned Meshech I have dwelt with [the] tents of Kedar.

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

Much it has dwelt itself self my with [one who] hates peace.

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

I [am] peace and that I speak they [are] for war.