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.

Pesem preizvrstna. Gospoda sem klical v največji stiski svoji, in uslišal me je.

2 Lord, please save me from liars and cheats!

Gospod, reši me ustne lažnjive, zvijačnega jezika.

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

Kaj naj ti dá, ali kaj pridene jezik zvijačni?

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

Besede podobne ostrim pušicam mogočnega, primérne žarjavici brinjevi.

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

Gorjé meni, ker popotujem toliko časa, stanujem kakor prebivalci šatorov Kedarski.

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

Predolgo zdí se duši moji da je prebivala pri sovražniku mirú.

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

Jaz ljubim mir, ali ko govorim, kličejo oni na boj.