Psalms 120

1 A Song of degrees. In my distress I cried to the LORD, and he heard me.

Abụ nrigo. Ana m akpọku Onyenwe anyị nʼime nsogbu m, ọ na-azakwa m.

2 Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

O Onyenwe anyị, zọpụta m site nʼegbugbere ọnụ okwu ụgha na ire na-ekwu okwu aghụghọ.

3 What shall be given to thee? or what shall be done to thee, thou false tongue?

Gịnị ka a ga-eme gị, ọ bụkwa gịnị ọzọ ka a gatụkwasịri gị, gị ire aghụghọ?

4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

Ọ ga-eji àkụ dị nkọ nke dike nʼagha taa gị ahụhụ, ya na icheku ọkụ osisi brum na-ere ere.

5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

Ahụhụ dịịrị m nʼihi na m bi na Meshek, nʼihi na m bikwa nʼetiti ụlọ ikwu ndị Keda!

6 My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

Ogologo oge ka m binyere ndị kpọrọ udo asị.

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

Abụ m onye udo; ma mgbe m kwuru okwu, okwu ha bụ okwu agha.