Salme 120

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

A song of ascents. In my distress I called out to Yahweh, and he answered me.

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

Rescue my life, Yahweh, from those who lie with their lips and deceive with their tongues.

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

How will he punish you, and what more will he do to you, you who have a lying tongue?

4 Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

He will punish you with the arrows of a warrior sharpened over burning coals of the broom tree.

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

Woe is me because I temporarily live in Meshech; I lived previously among the tents of Kedar.

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

For too long I have lived with those who hate peace.

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

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