Psalms 120

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

He waiata; he pikitanga. I tangi, ahau ki a Ihowa i toku matenga; a i whakahoki kupu mai ia ki ahau.

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

E Ihowa, whakaorangia toku wairua i te ngutu teka, i te arero hianga.

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

Ko te aha e hoatu ki a koe? ko te aha hoki e tapiritia atu mau, e te arero hianga?

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

Ko nga pere koi a te hunga nunui, me nga waro hunipa.

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

Aue, toku mate, to te manene i Meheke, toku hoki e noho nei i nga teneti o Kerara!

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

Kua roa te nohoanga tahitanga o toku wairua ki te tangata e kino ana ki te ata noho.

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

Mo te ata noho ahau, engari ka korero ahau, ka anga ratou ka whawhai.