Psalms 120

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

Faarfannaa Ol baʼuu. Ani rakkina koo keessatti Waaqayyotti nan iyyadha; innis deebii naa kenna.

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

Yaa Waaqayyo, afaan sobuu fi arraba nama gowwoomsu jalaa na baasi.

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

Yaa arraba gowwoomsituu nana, maaltu siif kennama? Kana caalaas maal godhamta?

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

Inni xiyya loltootaa kan qarameen, barbadaa ibiddaa qacamaatiin si adaba.

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

Ani waanan Meshek keessa taaʼee dunkaanota Qeedaar gidduu jiraadhuuf, anaaf wayyoo!

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

Warra nagaa jibban gidduu, ani yeroo dheeraa jiraadheera.

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

Ani nama nagaa barbaadu dha; isaan garuu yeroo ani dubbadhu lolaaf kakaʼan.