Psalms 120

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

Nyimbo yoyimba pokwera ku Yerusalemu. Ndimafuwulira kwa Yehova mʼmasautso anga, ndipo Iye amandiyankha.

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

Pulumutseni Yehova ku milomo yabodza, ndi kwa anthu achinyengo.

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

Kodi adzakuchitani chiyani, ndipo adzawonjezerapo zotani, inu anthu achinyengo?

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

Adzakulangani ndi mivi yakuthwa ya munthu wankhondo, ndi makala oyaka a mtengo wa tsanya.

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

Tsoka ine kuti ndimakhala ku Mesaki, kuti ndimakhala pakati pa matenti a ku Kedara!

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

Kwa nthawi yayitali ndakhala pakati pa iwo amene amadana ndi mtendere.

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

Ine ndine munthu wamtendere; koma ndikamayankhula, iwo amafuna nkhondo.