Psalms 120

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

6 My soul hath been long a sojourner.

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

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

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