Psalms 120

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

Nagrite'ma knazama fore'ma higena, Ra Anumzamofonte e'na zavi krafa hu'na antahigogeno, nunamuni'a antahi nami'ne.

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

Nagra amanage hu'na nunamuna hu'noe. Ra Anumzamoka zamagi'arima nehu'za vahe'ma rezamatgama nehaza vahe tvaontera omanisuanki naza hunka navre atro.

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

Havigema nehuta vahe'ma revatagama nehaza vahe'mota, Ra Anumzamo'a naza tamagrira tro huramantegahie? Inankna knaza tamagrira tamigahie?

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

Harafa sondia vahe'mokizmia roro hu'nea keve zamireti, tamahe haruharu nehuno, brumu zafamofo teve tankanu'za nerenia erino regasrimprigahie.

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

Nagra Meseki mopafima kraga'ma emani'nena nomani'zana mani so'ea osu'noe. Anazanke hu'na afete Kedari mopafima mani'noana, seli nontamimpi nemani'na mani so'ea osu'noe.

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

Zamarimpa fruma huno manizanku'ma zamavesrama nehaza vahe'enena zazate mani'noe.

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

Nagra ha' osu fru huno mani zankuke nehua neki'na, arimpa fruma huno mani zanku'ma keagama nehuge'za, ha' eri otikege nehaze.