Psalms 120

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

Anigoo cidhiidhi ku jira ayaan Rabbiga u qayshaday, Oo isna wuu ii jawaabay.

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

Rabbiyow, naftayda ka samatabbixi bushimo been sheega, Iyo carrab khiyaano badan.

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

Carrabka khiyaanada badanow, bal maxaa lagu siin doonaa? Oo maxaa kaloo laguu samayn doonaa?

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

Adoo ah sida ku xoog badan oo fallaadhihiisa afaysan, Kuwaas oo wata dhuxulo geed rotem la yidhaahdo.

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

Anaa hoogay, waayo, Mesheg baan qariib ku noqday, Oo waxaan dhex degay teendhooyinkii Qedaar!

6 My soul hath been long a sojourner.

Naftaydu waxay wakhti dheer la degganayd Mid nabadda neceb.

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

Waxaan ahay mid nabad jecel, Laakiinse kolkii aan hadlo, iyagu waa kuwa dagaal jecel.