Psalms 120

1 A song of ascents. In distress I cried to the Lord, and he answered me.

(Sang til Festrejserne.) Jeg råbte til HERREN i Nød, og han svarede mig.

2 ‘Deliver me, Lord, from the lip that is false and the tongue that is crafty.’

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

3 What shall he give to you, you tongue that is crafty? What yet shall he give to you?

Der ramme dig dette og hint, du falske Tunge!

4 Arrows of warrior, sharpened, with glowing broom coals together.

Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

5 Woe is me that I sojourn in Meshech, that I live by the tents of Kedar.

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

6 Already too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

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

7 I am for peace: but when I speak of it, they are for war.

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