Psalms 120

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

Anigoo cidhiidhi ku jira ayaan Rabbiga u qayshaday, Oo isna wuu ii jawaabay.

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

Rabbiyow, naftayda ka samatabbixi bushimo been sheega, Iyo carrab khiyaano badan.

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

Carrabka khiyaanada badanow, bal maxaa lagu siin doonaa? Oo maxaa kaloo laguu samayn doonaa?

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

Adoo ah sida ku xoog badan oo fallaadhihiisa afaysan, Kuwaas oo wata dhuxulo geed rotem la yidhaahdo.

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

Anaa hoogay, waayo, Mesheg baan qariib ku noqday, Oo waxaan dhex degay teendhooyinkii Qedaar!

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

Naftaydu waxay wakhti dheer la degganayd Mid nabadda neceb.

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

Waxaan ahay mid nabad jecel, Laakiinse kolkii aan hadlo, iyagu waa kuwa dagaal jecel.