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.

Se yon chante pou yo chante lè y'ap moute lavil Jerizalèm. Lè m' te nan tray, mwen te rele Seyè a, li te reponn mwen.

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

Delivre m' non, Seyè, anba moun k'ap bay manti, anba moun k'ap twonpe moun.

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

Ipokrit, kisa ou merite Bondye fè ou? Kisa pou l' fè ou an plis?

4 Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.

Eske se avèk flèch pwenti sòlda yo? Eske se avèk chabon gayak tou limen?

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

Malè pou mwen, paske se tankou si m' te rete nan mitan moun peyi Mechèk, osinon nan mitan moun peyi Keda.

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

Mwen rete twò lontan ak yon bann moun ki pa renmen viv ak kè poze!

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

Lè mwen menm m'ap pale yo jan pou yo viv byen yonn ak lòt, yo menm se yon sèl bagay ki nan tèt yo, se fè lagè.