Psalms 120

1 A Song of degrees. In my trouble I called unto Jehovah, and he answered me.

Yon chanson pou monte vè tanp lan Nan gran twoub mwen an, mwen te kriye a SENYÈ a. Li te reponn mwen.

2 Jehovah, deliver my soul from the lying lip, from the deceitful tongue.

Delivre nanm mwen, O SENYÈ, de lèv k ap bay desepsyon, de lang ki plen manti yo.

3 What shall be given unto thee, what shall be added unto thee, thou deceitful tongue?

Kisa pou W ta resevwa, e kisa pou m ta fè ou, O lang mansonjè?

4 Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with burning coals of broom-wood.

Flèch pwent file a gèrye yo, avèk chabon pye gayak tou limen.

5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

Malè a mwen, paske mwen demere nan tant a Méschec, Paske mwen rete pami tant a Kédar yo!

6 My soul hath long dwelt with them that hate peace.

Nanm mwen gen demè li avèk (sila) ki rayi lapè yo pandan twòp tan.

7 I [am for] peace; but when I speak, they [are] for war.

Mwen vle lapè, men lè m pale, se lagè yo pito.