Psalms 120

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

NI ai apwal akan i likwir won Ieowa, a ap kotin mani ia.

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

Main Ieowa, kotin dore ia la, jan au en me kin likam, o lo en kotaue.

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

Da me lo likam kak wiai on uk, o da me a kak kapwaiada!

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

A rajon kananan kajik katieu kon kan ren me kelail amen, dueta kijiniai nan alek.

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

Meid apwal on ia, ai kairu nan Mejek, o ai kaujon impan im en men Kedar!

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

Meid warai on ai kaukaujon ren aramaj akan me kin tataki muei mau.

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

I inon ion muei mau, a ni ai pan lokaia, re kin mauki mauin.