Psalms 120

1 A Song of Ascents. Unto Yahweh, in the distress that befell me, I cried—and he answered me.

١ تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ إِلَى ٱلرَّبِّ فِي ضِيْقِي صَرَخْتُ فَٱسْتَجَابَ لِي.

2 O Yahweh! rescue thou my soul—from the false lip, from the deceitful tongue.

٢ يَارَبُّ، نَجِّ نَفْسِي مِنْ شِفَاهِ ٱلْكَذِبِ، مِنْ لِسَانِ غِشٍّ.

3 What shall be given to thee, and what shall be added to thee, thou deceitful tongue?

٣ مَاذَا يُعْطِيكَ وَمَاذَا يَزِيدُ لَكَ لِسَانُ ٱلْغِشِّ؟

4 The arrows of the hero sharpened, with burning coals of broom.

٤ سِهَامَ جَبَّارٍ مَسْنُونَةً مَعَ جَمْرِ ٱلرَّتَمِ.

5 Woe is me, That I sojourn in Meshek, —That I abide near the tents of Kedar!

٥ وَيْلِي لِغُرْبَتِي فِي مَاشِكَ، لِسَكَنِي فِي خِيَامِ قِيدَارَ!

6 Long, hath my soul had her dwelling with him that hateth peace:

٦ طَالَ عَلَى نَفْسِي سَكَنُهَا مَعَ مُبْغِضِ ٱلسَّلَامِ.

7 I, am for peace, and verily I speak, They, are for war!

٧ أَنَا سَلَامٌ، وَحِينَمَا أَتَكَلَّمُ فَهُمْ لِلْحَرْبِ.