Psalms 120

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

Se yon chante pou yo chante lè y'ap moute lavil Jerizalèm. Lè m' te nan tray, mwen te rele Seyè a, li te reponn mwen.

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

Delivre m' non, Seyè, anba moun k'ap bay manti, anba moun k'ap twonpe moun.

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

Ipokrit, kisa ou merite Bondye fè ou? Kisa pou l' fè ou an plis?

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

Eske se avèk flèch pwenti sòlda yo? Eske se avèk chabon gayak tou limen?

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

Malè pou mwen, paske se tankou si m' te rete nan mitan moun peyi Mechèk, osinon nan mitan moun peyi Keda.

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

Mwen rete twò lontan ak yon bann moun ki pa renmen viv ak kè poze!

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

Lè mwen menm m'ap pale yo jan pou yo viv byen yonn ak lòt, yo menm se yon sèl bagay ki nan tèt yo, se fè lagè.