Psalms 120

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

Abụ nrigo. Ana m akpọku Onyenwe anyị nʼime nsogbu m, ọ na-azakwa m.

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

O Onyenwe anyị, zọpụta m site nʼegbugbere ọnụ okwu ụgha na ire na-ekwu okwu aghụghọ.

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

Gịnị ka a ga-eme gị, ọ bụkwa gịnị ọzọ ka a gatụkwasịri gị, gị ire aghụghọ?

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

Ọ ga-eji àkụ dị nkọ nke dike nʼagha taa gị ahụhụ, ya na icheku ọkụ osisi brum na-ere ere.

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

Ahụhụ dịịrị m nʼihi na m bi na Meshek, nʼihi na m bikwa nʼetiti ụlọ ikwu ndị Keda!

6 My soul hath been long a sojourner.

Ogologo oge ka m binyere ndị kpọrọ udo asị.

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

Abụ m onye udo; ma mgbe m kwuru okwu, okwu ha bụ okwu agha.