Psalms 120

1 A Song of Degrees. In mine affliction I cried to the Lord, and he listened to me.

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

2 Deliver my soul, O Lord, from unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

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

3 What should be given to you, and what should be added to you, for [your] crafty tongue?

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

4 Sharpened weapons of the mighty, with coals of the desert.

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

5 Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged; I have tabernacled among the tents of Kedar.

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

6 My soul has long been a sojourner;

Warra nagaa jibban gidduu, ani yeroo dheeraa jiraadheera.

7 I was peaceful among them that hated peace; when I spoke to them, they warred against me without a cause.

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