Psalms 120

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 Mesech, [that] I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

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

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

Naftaydu waxay wakhti dheer la degganayd Mid nabadda neceb.

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

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