Psalms 120

1 A song of degrees. I called vnto the Lord in my trouble, and hee heard me.

Na da bidi hamosu ba: beba: le, Hina Godema wele sia: i. Amola E da nama dabe adole i.

2 Deliuer my soule, O Lord, from lying lippes, and from a deceitfull tongue.

Ogogosu dunu da nama hasalasisa: besa: le, Dia na gaga: ma.

3 What doeth thy deceitfull tongue bring vnto thee? or what doeth it auaile thee?

Dilia ogogosu dunu! Gode da dilima adi hamoma: bela: ? E da habodane dilima se dabe ima: bela: ?

4 It is as the sharpe arrowes of a mightie man, and as the coales of iuniper.

Amabela: ? E da dadi gagui dunu ea dadi agei o lalu oso gia: i bagade amoga se dabe ima: bela: ?

5 Woe is to me that I remaine in Meschech, and dwell in the tentes of Kedar.

Dili bisili fifi labe da wadela: idafa Misiege amola Gida dunu fi amo ganodini ili bisili fifi labe defele gala.

6 My soule hath too long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

Na da eso bagohamedafa fifi lai amo da olofosu higasa, amo ganodini esalebe ba: i.

7 I seeke peace, and when I speake thereof, they are bent to warre.

Na da olofoma: ne ilima sia: sea, ilia da ha lamusa: fawane dawa: sa.