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.

Yon chanson pou monte vè tanp lan Nan gran twoub mwen an, mwen te kriye a SENYÈ a. Li te reponn mwen.

2 Lord, please save me from liars and cheats!

Delivre nanm mwen, O SENYÈ, de lèv k ap bay desepsyon, de lang ki plen manti yo.

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

Kisa pou W ta resevwa, e kisa pou m ta fè ou, O lang mansonjè?

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

Flèch pwent file a gèrye yo, avèk chabon pye gayak tou limen.

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

Malè a mwen, paske mwen demere nan tant a Méschec, Paske mwen rete pami tant a Kédar yo!

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

Nanm mwen gen demè li avèk (sila) ki rayi lapè yo pandan twòp tan.

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

Mwen vle lapè, men lè m pale, se lagè yo pito.