Psalms 120

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

Waƙar haurawa. Na yi kira ga Ubangiji cikin damuwata, ya kuwa amsa mini.

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

Ka cece ni, ya Ubangiji, daga leɓuna masu ƙarya da kuma daga harsuna masu yaudara.

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

Me zai yi maka, me kuma ya fi, ya kai harshe mai yaudara?

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

Zai hukunta ku da kibiyoyi masu tsini na jarumi, tare da garwashin wuta na itacen tsintsiya.

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

Kaitona da nake zama a Meshek, da nake zama a ciki tentunan Kedar!

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

Da daɗewa na zauna a cikin waɗanda suke ƙin salama.

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

Ni mutum ne mai salama; amma sa’ad da na yi magana, su sai su yi ta yaƙi.