Psalms 120

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

V svoji tegobi sem klical h Gospodu in me je slišal.

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

Osvobodi mojo dušo, oh Gospod, pred lažnivimi ustnicami in pred varljivim jezikom.

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

Kaj ti bo dano? Ali kaj ti bo storjeno, ti varljiv jezik?

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

Ostre puščice mogočnega z brinovo žerjavico.

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

Gorje meni, da se mudim v Mešehu, da prebivam v kedárskih šotorih!

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

Moja duša je dolgo prebivala s tistim, ki sovraži mir.

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

Jaz sem za mir, toda ko govorim, so oni za vojno.