Psalms 120

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

NI ai apwal akan i likwir won Ieowa, a ap kotin mani ia.

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

Main Ieowa, kotin dore ia la, jan au en me kin likam, o lo en kotaue.

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

Da me lo likam kak wiai on uk, o da me a kak kapwaiada!

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

A rajon kananan kajik katieu kon kan ren me kelail amen, dueta kijiniai nan alek.

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

Meid apwal on ia, ai kairu nan Mejek, o ai kaujon impan im en men Kedar!

6 My soul has long been a sojourner.

Meid warai on ai kaukaujon ren aramaj akan me kin tataki muei mau.

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

I inon ion muei mau, a ni ai pan lokaia, re kin mauki mauin.