Psalms 120

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

Yon chanson pou monte vè tanp lan Nan gran twoub mwen an, mwen te kriye a SENYÈ a. Li te reponn mwen.

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

Delivre nanm mwen, O SENYÈ, de lèv k ap bay desepsyon, de lang ki plen manti yo.

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

Kisa pou W ta resevwa, e kisa pou m ta fè ou, O lang mansonjè?

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

Flèch pwent file a gèrye yo, avèk chabon pye gayak tou limen.

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

Malè a mwen, paske mwen demere nan tant a Méschec, Paske mwen rete pami tant a Kédar yo!

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

Nanm mwen gen demè li avèk (sila) ki rayi lapè yo pandan twòp tan.

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

Mwen vle lapè, men lè m pale, se lagè yo pito.