Psalms 120

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

Fihirana fiakarana.

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

Jehovah ô, vonjeo ny fanahiko amin’ ny molotra mandainga, Eny, amin’ ny lela mamitaka

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

Inona no homeny anao, ary inona koa no hataony aminao, Ry lela mamitaka?

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

Zana-tsipìkan’ ny mahery sady voaranitra, Mbamin’ ny vain’ afon’ anjavidy.

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

Lozako, fa mivahiny eto amin’ ny Maseka aho Ary mitoetra ato an-dain’ ny Kedarita!

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

Ela loatra izay no nitoeran’ ny fanahiko teo amin’ Izay tsy tia fihavanana.

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

Raha izaho, dia fihavanana; Kanjo nony miteny aho, dia mila ady kosa ireny.