Psalms 120

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

Ka khuikha awh Bawipa ce khy nyng saw, anih ing nim hlat law hy.

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

Aw Bawipa, qaai ak kqawn huikhqi ingkaw qaai kqawn na ak nget laikhqi anglakawhkawng ni hul lah.

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

Aw qaai kqawn na ak nget hui lai nang, nang ak khan awh anih ing ikaw a sai kaw, cekcoengawh ikaw ak awm bai?

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

Kaw ak awmkhqi a la sumkhqi ing nang ce ni toel kawmsaw, imnawt thing mai alh ing ni toel kaw.

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

Kedar awhkaw hi im anglakawh awm nawh, Meshqek awh ak awm ve kai aham khaw map mah hy!

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

Roepnaak ak sawhnaak thlang anglakawh ka awm ve sang soeih hawh hy.

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

Kai taw qoepnaak ak ngaih thlang na awm nyng; cehlai awi kak kqawn awh, qaal thawh aham ngaih lat uhy.