Psalms 120

1 [A Song of Ascents.] In my distress, I cried to YHWH. He answered me.

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

2 Deliver my soul, YHWH, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.

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

3 What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you, you deceitful tongue?

Der ramme dig dette og hint, du falske Tunge!

4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

5 Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar.

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

6 My soul has had her dwelling too long with him who hates 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!