Psalms 120

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

Tangtlaeng Laa Kamah kah citcai khuiah BOEIPA te ka khue tih kai n'doo.

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

BOEIPA aw ka hinglu he laithae hmuilai lamkah neh palyal ol lamloh huul lah.

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

Palyal ol te nang taengah bahamnim m'paek vetih bahamnim nang taengah hang koei eh?

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

Hlangrhalh kah thaltang khaw hlingcet alh bangla sum yipkip.

5 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.

Meshek ah ka bakuep tih Kedar dap ah kho ka sak dongah kai ngawn tah ka tuisawih coeng!

6 I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

Rhoepnah aka hmuhuet taengah ka hinglu loh kho puet a sak coeng.

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

Kai loh rhoepnah ka thui vaengah amih te caemtloek la thoouh.