Psalms 120

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

Sang til Festrejserne. Jeg raabte til HERREN i Nød, og han svarede mig.

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

HERRE, udfri min Sjæl fra Løgnelæber, fra den falske Tunge!

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

Der ramme dig dette og hint, du falske Tunge!

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

Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

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

Ve mig, at jeg maa leve som fremmed i Mesjek, bo iblandt Kedars Telte!

6 My soul has long been a sojourner.

Min Sjæl har længe nok boet blandt Folk, som hader Fred.

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

Jeg vil Fred; men taler jeg, vil de Krig!