Psalms 120

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

Anigoo cidhiidhi ku jira ayaan Rabbiga u qayshaday, Oo isna wuu ii jawaabay.

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

Rabbiyow, naftayda ka samatabbixi bushimo been sheega, Iyo carrab khiyaano badan.

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

Carrabka khiyaanada badanow, bal maxaa lagu siin doonaa? Oo maxaa kaloo laguu samayn doonaa?

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

Adoo ah sida ku xoog badan oo fallaadhihiisa afaysan, Kuwaas oo wata dhuxulo geed rotem la yidhaahdo.

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

Anaa hoogay, waayo, Mesheg baan qariib ku noqday, Oo waxaan dhex degay teendhooyinkii Qedaar!

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

Naftaydu waxay wakhti dheer la degganayd Mid nabadda neceb.

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

Waxaan ahay mid nabad jecel, Laakiinse kolkii aan hadlo, iyagu waa kuwa dagaal jecel.