Psalms 120

1 A SONG OF THE ASCENTS. I have called to YHWH in my distress, And He answers me.

Yon chanson pou monte vè tanp lan Nan gran twoub mwen an, mwen te kriye a SENYÈ a. Li te reponn mwen.

2 O YHWH, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!

Delivre nanm mwen, O SENYÈ, de lèv k ap bay desepsyon, de lang ki plen manti yo.

3 What does He give to you? And what does He add to you? O deceitful tongue!

Kisa pou W ta resevwa, e kisa pou m ta fè ou, O lang mansonjè?

4 Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with coals of broom trees.

Flèch pwent file a gèrye yo, avèk chabon pye gayak tou limen.

5 Woe to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.

Malè a mwen, paske mwen demere nan tant a Méschec, Paske mwen rete pami tant a Kédar yo!

6 My soul has dwelt too much with him who is hating peace.

Nanm mwen gen demè li avèk (sila) ki rayi lapè yo pandan twòp tan.

7 I—peace, and when I speak they [are] for war!

Mwen vle lapè, men lè m pale, se lagè yo pito.