Psalms 120

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

Faarfannaa Ol baʼuu. Ani rakkina koo keessatti Waaqayyotti nan iyyadha; innis deebii naa kenna.

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

Yaa Waaqayyo, afaan sobuu fi arraba nama gowwoomsu jalaa na baasi.

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

Yaa arraba gowwoomsituu nana, maaltu siif kennama? Kana caalaas maal godhamta?

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

Inni xiyya loltootaa kan qarameen, barbadaa ibiddaa qacamaatiin si adaba.

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

Ani waanan Meshek keessa taaʼee dunkaanota Qeedaar gidduu jiraadhuuf, anaaf wayyoo!

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

Warra nagaa jibban gidduu, ani yeroo dheeraa jiraadheera.

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

Ani nama nagaa barbaadu dha; isaan garuu yeroo ani dubbadhu lolaaf kakaʼan.