Psalms 120

1 When I had troubles, I called out to Yahweh and he answered me.

The song of greces. Whanne Y was set in tribulacioun, Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me.

2 [I prayed], “Yahweh, rescue/save me from people [SYN, MTY] who lie to me and [try to] deceive me!”

Lord, delyuere thou my soule fro wickid lippis; and fro a gileful tunge.

3 You people who lie to me, [I will tell you] [RHQ] what [God] will do to you and what he will do to punish you.

What schal be youun to thee, ether what schal be leid to thee; to a gileful tunge?

4 He will shoot sharp arrows at you like soldiers do, and he will [burn you with] red-hot coals from [the wood of] a broom tree.

Scharpe arowis of the myyti; with colis that maken desolat.

5 It is terrible for me, living among cruel/savage [DOU] people [like those who live] in Meshech [region] and Kedar [region].

Allas to me! for my dwelling in an alien lond is maad long, Y dwellide with men dwellinge in Cedar; my soule was myche a comelyng.

6 I have lived for a long time among people who hate [to live with others] peacefully.

I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

7 Every time I talk about living together peacefully, they talk about starting a war.

whanne Y spak to hem, thei ayenseiden me with outen cause.