Psalms 120

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

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

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

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

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

Der ramme dig dette og hint, du falske Tunge!

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

Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

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

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

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

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

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

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