Psalms 120

1 “A song of the degrees.” Unto the Lord, when I was in distress, did I call, and he hath answered me.

Sang til Festrejserne. Jeg raabte til HERREN i Nød, og han svarede mig.

2 O Lord, deliver my soul from lips of falsehood, and from a tongue of deceit.

HERRE, udfri min Sjæl fra Løgnelæber, fra den falske Tunge!

3 What will [God] give unto thee? or what will he add unto thee, thou tongue of deceit?

Der ramme dig dette og hint, du falske Tunge!

4 Sharpened arrows of the mighty, with coals of the broom-bush.

Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

Ve mig, at jeg maa leve som fremmed i Mesjek, bo iblandt Kedars Telte!

6 Too long for herself hath my soul dwelt with him that hateth peace.

Min Sjæl har længe nok boet blandt Folk, som hader Fred.

7 I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war.

Jeg vil Fred; men taler jeg, vil de Krig!