Psalms 120

1 In my distress I cried to Jehovah, and he answered me.

Izaho niampoheke, le nikanjy Iehovà, vaho tinoi’e.

2 Deliver my soul, O Jehovah, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.

O ry Iehovà, apitsoho an-tsoñin-dremborake ty fiaiko, boak’ ami’ty lela mamañahy.

3 What shall be given to thee, and what shall be done more to thee, thou deceitful tongue?

Inon-ty homeañ’ azo, ino ka ty hanoeñe ama’o ty lela letra’e tia?

4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

ana-pale masiom-panalolahy, naho forohan’ andrabey!

5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

Hankàñe amako te mañialo e Mèseke añe, naho ty fimoneñako an-kiboho’ i Kedàre ao!

6 My soul has long had her dwelling with him who hates peace.

Loho hatr’ela’e ty nitraofam-piaiko ami’ty kivoho’ o malaim-pilongoañeo.

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

Toe mpitea filongoan-draho; fa ie ivolañako, aly avao ty onjone’ iereo.