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.

Orin fún ìgòkè. Èmi ké pe Olúwa nínú ìpọ́njú mi, ó sì dá mi lóhùn.

2 Lord, please save me from liars and cheats!

Gbà mí, Olúwa, kúrò lọ́wọ́ ètè èké àti lọ́wọ́ ahọ́n ẹ̀tàn.

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

Kí ni kí a fi fún ọ? Àti kí ni kí a túnṣe fún ọ, ìwọ ahọ́n ẹ̀tàn?

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

Òun yóò bá ọ wí pẹ̀lú ọfà mímú ológun, pẹ̀lú ẹ̀yín iná igi ìgbálẹ̀.

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

Ègbé ni fún mi tí èmi ṣe àtìpó ní Meṣeki, nítorí èmi gbé nínú àgọ́ ìlú Kedari!

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

Ó ti pẹ́ tí èmi ti ń gbé láàrín àwọn tí ó kórìíra àlàáfíà.

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

Ènìyàn àlàáfíà ni mí; ṣùgbọ́n nígbà tí mo bá sọ̀rọ̀, ogun ni dúró fun wọn.