Psalms 120

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

Wer miwero ka ji dhi e hekalu. Ka an e chandruok to aluongo Jehova Nyasaye, kendo odwoka,

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

Resa, yaye Jehova Nyasaye, kuom dho joma riambo kendo kuom lew joma wuondore.

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

Bende ingʼeyo gima Nyasaye biro timoni, bende ingʼeyo gik mochomi adier, yaye lep mawuondore?

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

Obiro kumi gi aserni mabitho mag jakedo, ee, obiro wangʼi gi maka maliel mager, mowangʼ gi yiend adugo.

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

Malit ochoma adier nikech adak Meshek, hapa rach nikech adak e dier hembe mag Kedar!

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

Asedak amingʼa ahinya, e dier joma ok dwar kwe.

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

An ngʼat kwe; to ka awuoyo, to giikore ni lweny.