Psalms 120

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. I called out to the Lord for help in all my troubles, and he answered me.

(Sang til Festrejserne.) Jeg råbte til HERREN i Nød, og han svarede mig.

2 Lord, please save me from liars and cheats!

HERRE, udfri min Sjæl fra Løgnelæber, fra den falske Tunge!

3 What will the Lord do to you, you liars? How will he punish you?

Der ramme dig dette og hint, du falske Tunge!

4 With the sharp arrows of a warrior and burning coals made from a broom tree.

Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

5 I'm sorry for myself, because I live as a foreigner in Meshech, or among the tent-dwellers of Kedar.

Ve mig, at jeg må leve som fremmed i Mesjek, bo iblandt Kedars Telte!

6 I have lived for far too long among people who hate peace.

Min Sjæl har længe nok boet blandt Folk, som hader Fred.

7 I want peace, but when I talk of peace, they want war.

Jeg vil Fred; men taler jeg, vil de Krig!