Psalms 120

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

Izaho niampoheke, le nikanjy Iehovà, vaho tinoi’e.

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

O ry Iehovà, apitsoho an-tsoñin-dremborake ty fiaiko, boak’ ami’ty lela mamañahy.

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

Inon-ty homeañ’ azo, ino ka ty hanoeñe ama’o ty lela letra’e tia?

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

ana-pale masiom-panalolahy, naho forohan’ andrabey!

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

Hankàñe amako te mañialo e Mèseke añe, naho ty fimoneñako an-kiboho’ i Kedàre ao!

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

Loho hatr’ela’e ty nitraofam-piaiko ami’ty kivoho’ o malaim-pilongoañeo.

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

Toe mpitea filongoan-draho; fa ie ivolañako, aly avao ty onjone’ iereo.