Psalms 120

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

Faarfannaa Ol baʼuu. Ani rakkina koo keessatti Waaqayyotti nan iyyadha; innis deebii naa kenna.

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

Yaa Waaqayyo, afaan sobuu fi arraba nama gowwoomsu jalaa na baasi.

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

Yaa arraba gowwoomsituu nana, maaltu siif kennama? Kana caalaas maal godhamta?

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

Inni xiyya loltootaa kan qarameen, barbadaa ibiddaa qacamaatiin si adaba.

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

Ani waanan Meshek keessa taaʼee dunkaanota Qeedaar gidduu jiraadhuuf, anaaf wayyoo!

6 My soul hath been long a sojourner.

Warra nagaa jibban gidduu, ani yeroo dheeraa jiraadheera.

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

Ani nama nagaa barbaadu dha; isaan garuu yeroo ani dubbadhu lolaaf kakaʼan.