Psalms 120

1 In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.

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

2 O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.

Pulumutseni Yehova ku milomo yabodza, ndi kwa anthu achinyengo.

3 What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue.

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

4 The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.

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

5 Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar:

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

6 My soul hath been long a sojourner.

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

7 With them that hate peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.

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