Psalms 120

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

Anigoo cidhiidhi ku jira ayaan Rabbiga u qayshaday, Oo isna wuu ii jawaabay.

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

Rabbiyow, naftayda ka samatabbixi bushimo been sheega, Iyo carrab khiyaano badan.

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

Carrabka khiyaanada badanow, bal maxaa lagu siin doonaa? Oo maxaa kaloo laguu samayn doonaa?

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

Adoo ah sida ku xoog badan oo fallaadhihiisa afaysan, Kuwaas oo wata dhuxulo geed rotem la yidhaahdo.

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

Anaa hoogay, waayo, Mesheg baan qariib ku noqday, Oo waxaan dhex degay teendhooyinkii Qedaar!

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

Naftaydu waxay wakhti dheer la degganayd Mid nabadda neceb.

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

Waxaan ahay mid nabad jecel, Laakiinse kolkii aan hadlo, iyagu waa kuwa dagaal jecel.