Psalms 120

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

Ka khuikha awh Bawipa ce khy nyng saw, anih ing nim hlat law hy.

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

Aw Bawipa, qaai ak kqawn huikhqi ingkaw qaai kqawn na ak nget laikhqi anglakawhkawng ni hul lah.

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

Aw qaai kqawn na ak nget hui lai nang, nang ak khan awh anih ing ikaw a sai kaw, cekcoengawh ikaw ak awm bai?

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

Kaw ak awmkhqi a la sumkhqi ing nang ce ni toel kawmsaw, imnawt thing mai alh ing ni toel kaw.

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.

Kedar awhkaw hi im anglakawh awm nawh, Meshqek awh ak awm ve kai aham khaw map mah hy!

6 I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

Roepnaak ak sawhnaak thlang anglakawh ka awm ve sang soeih hawh hy.

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

Kai taw qoepnaak ak ngaih thlang na awm nyng; cehlai awi kak kqawn awh, qaal thawh aham ngaih lat uhy.