Psalms 120

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

Abụ nrigo. Ana m akpọku Onyenwe anyị nʼime nsogbu m, ọ na-azakwa m.

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

O Onyenwe anyị, zọpụta m site nʼegbugbere ọnụ okwu ụgha na ire na-ekwu okwu aghụghọ.

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

Gịnị ka a ga-eme gị, ọ bụkwa gịnị ọzọ ka a gatụkwasịri gị, gị ire aghụghọ?

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

Ọ ga-eji àkụ dị nkọ nke dike nʼagha taa gị ahụhụ, ya na icheku ọkụ osisi brum na-ere ere.

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

Ahụhụ dịịrị m nʼihi na m bi na Meshek, nʼihi na m bikwa nʼetiti ụlọ ikwu ndị Keda!

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

Ogologo oge ka m binyere ndị kpọrọ udo asị.

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

Abụ m onye udo; ma mgbe m kwuru okwu, okwu ha bụ okwu agha.