Psalms 120

1 A song of ascents. In my distress I cried to the LORD, and He answered me.

Faarfannaa Ol baʼuu. Ani rakkina koo keessatti Waaqayyotti nan iyyadha; innis deebii naa kenna.

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

Yaa Waaqayyo, afaan sobuu fi arraba nama gowwoomsu jalaa na baasi.

3 What will He do to you, and what will be added to you, O deceitful tongue?

Yaa arraba gowwoomsituu nana, maaltu siif kennama? Kana caalaas maal godhamta?

4 Sharp arrows will come from the warrior, with burning coals of the broom tree!

Inni xiyya loltootaa kan qarameen, barbadaa ibiddaa qacamaatiin si adaba.

5 Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, that I live among the tents of Kedar!

Ani waanan Meshek keessa taaʼee dunkaanota Qeedaar gidduu jiraadhuuf, anaaf wayyoo!

6 Too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

Warra nagaa jibban gidduu, ani yeroo dheeraa jiraadheera.

7 I am in favor of peace; but when I speak, they want war.

Ani nama nagaa barbaadu dha; isaan garuu yeroo ani dubbadhu lolaaf kakaʼan.