Psalms 120

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Naftaydu waxay wakhti dheer la degganayd Mid nabadda neceb.

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

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