Psalms 120

1 A Song of the going up. In my trouble my cry went up to the Lord, and he gave me an answer.

Thaburi ya Agendi Ndakaĩire Jehova ndĩ mĩnyamaro-inĩ, nake akĩnjĩtĩka.

2 O Lord, be the saviour of my soul from false lips, and from the tongue of deceit.

Wee Jehova, honokia harĩ mĩromo ĩrĩa yaragia maheeni, na harĩ nĩmĩ iria iheenanagia.

3 What punishment will he give you? what more will he do to you, you false tongue?

Agaagwĩka atĩa, na nĩ atĩa ũngĩ makĩria ya ũguo, wee rũrĩmĩ rũrũ rũheenanagia?

4 Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.

Agaakũherithia na mĩguĩ mĩnoore ya njamba ya ita, na makara marĩrĩmbũkĩte mwaki ma mũtĩ wa mũkoigo.

5 Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar.

Kaĩ ndĩ na haaro-ĩ, nĩgũtũũra gũkũ Mesheki, na ngaikara hema-inĩ cia Kedari-ĩ!

6 My soul has long been living with the haters of peace.

Nĩndũũrĩte hĩndĩ ndaaya gatagatĩ-inĩ ka arĩa mathũire thayũ.

7 I am for peace: but when I say so, they are for war.

Niĩ ndĩ mũndũ wa thayũ; no rĩrĩa ndaaria-rĩ, o mendaga o mbaara.