Psalms 120

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

Hodočasnička pjesma Kad bijah u nevolji, Jahvi zavapih i on me usliša.

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

Jahve, izbavi dušu moju od usana prijevarnih, od zlobna jezika!

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

Kojim zlom da te prokunem, zlobni jeziče?

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

Strelicama oštrim iz ratničke ruke i ugljevljem žarkim.

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.

Jao meni što mi je boraviti u Mešeku i stanovati u šatorima kedarskim!

6 I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

Predugo mi duša mora živjeti s mrziteljima mira.

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

Kada o miru govorim, oni sile na rat.