Psalms 120

1 A Canticle in steps. When troubled, I cried out to the Lord, and he heard me.

Nyimbo yoyimba pokwera ku Yerusalemu. Ndimafuwulira kwa Yehova mʼmasautso anga, ndipo Iye amandiyankha.

2 O Lord, free my soul from lips of iniquity and from the deceitful tongue.

Pulumutseni Yehova ku milomo yabodza, ndi kwa anthu achinyengo.

3 What will be given to you, or what will be added to you, for a deceitful tongue?:

Kodi adzakuchitani chiyani, ndipo adzawonjezerapo zotani, inu anthu achinyengo?

4 the sharp arrows of the powerful, along with the burning coals of desolation.

Adzakulangani ndi mivi yakuthwa ya munthu wankhondo, ndi makala oyaka a mtengo wa tsanya.

5 Woe to me, for my sojourning has been prolonged. I have lived with the inhabitants of Kedar.

Tsoka ine kuti ndimakhala ku Mesaki, kuti ndimakhala pakati pa matenti a ku Kedara!

6 My soul has long been a sojourner.

Kwa nthawi yayitali ndakhala pakati pa iwo amene amadana ndi mtendere.

7 With those who hated peace, I was peaceful. When I spoke to them, they fought against me without cause.

Ine ndine munthu wamtendere; koma ndikamayankhula, iwo amafuna nkhondo.