Psalms 120

1 A Song of Degrees. In mine affliction I cried to the Lord, and he listened to me.

Pesem preizvrstna. Gospoda sem klical v največji stiski svoji, in uslišal me je.

2 Deliver my soul, O Lord, from unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

Gospod, reši me ustne lažnjive, zvijačnega jezika.

3 What should be given to you, and what should be added to you, for [your] crafty tongue?

Kaj naj ti dá, ali kaj pridene jezik zvijačni?

4 Sharpened weapons of the mighty, with coals of the desert.

Besede podobne ostrim pušicam mogočnega, primérne žarjavici brinjevi.

5 Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged; I have tabernacled amongst the tents of Kedar.

Gorjé meni, ker popotujem toliko časa, stanujem kakor prebivalci šatorov Kedarski.

6 My soul has long been a sojourner;

Predolgo zdí se duši moji da je prebivala pri sovražniku mirú.

7 I was peaceful amongst them that hated peace; when I spoke to them, they warred against me without a cause.

Jaz ljubim mir, ali ko govorim, kličejo oni na boj.