Psalms 120

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

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

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

Gospod, reši me ustne lažnjive, zvijačnega jezika.

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

Kaj naj ti dá, ali kaj pridene jezik zvijačni?

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

Besede podobne ostrim pušicam mogočnega, primérne žarjavici brinjevi.

5 Woe to me, for my sojourning has been prolonged. I have lived with the inhabitants 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 With those who hated peace, I was peaceful. When I spoke to them, they fought against me without cause.

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