Psalms 120

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

Izaho niampoheke, le nikanjy Iehovà, vaho tinoi’e.

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

O ry Iehovà, apitsoho an-tsoñin-dremborake ty fiaiko, boak’ ami’ty lela mamañahy.

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

Inon-ty homeañ’ azo, ino ka ty hanoeñe ama’o ty lela letra’e tia?

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

ana-pale masiom-panalolahy, naho forohan’ andrabey!

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

Hankàñe amako te mañialo e Mèseke añe, naho ty fimoneñako an-kiboho’ i Kedàre ao!

6 My soul hath been long a sojourner.

Loho hatr’ela’e ty nitraofam-piaiko ami’ty kivoho’ o malaim-pilongoañeo.

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

Toe mpitea filongoan-draho; fa ie ivolañako, aly avao ty onjone’ iereo.