Salme 120

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

When I had troubles, I called out to Yahweh and he answered me.

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

[I prayed], “Yahweh, rescue/save me from people [SYN, MTY] who lie to me and [try to] deceive me!”

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

You people who lie to me, [I will tell you] [RHQ] what [God] will do to you and what he will do to punish you.

4 Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

He will shoot sharp arrows at you like soldiers do, and he will [burn you with] red-hot coals from [the wood of] a broom tree.

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

It is terrible for me, living among cruel/savage [DOU] people [like those who live] in Meshech [region] and Kedar [region].

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

I have lived for a long time among people who hate [to live with others] peacefully.

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

Every time I talk about living together peacefully, they talk about starting a war.