Psalms 120

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

NI ai apwal akan i likwir wong Ieowa, a ap kotin mangi ia.

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

Maing Ieowa, kotin dore ia la, sang au en me kin likam, o lo en kotaue.

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

Da me lo likam kak wiai ong uk, o da me a kak kapwaiada?

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

A rasong kanangan kasik katieu kong kan ren me kelail amen, dueta kisiniai nan alek.

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

Meid apwal ong ia, ai kairu nan Mesek, o ai kauson impan im en men Kedar!

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

Meid warai ong ai kaukauson ren aramas akan me kin tataki muei mau.

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

I inong iong muei mau, a ni ai pan lokaia, re kin mauki mauin.