Psalms 120

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

Yon chanson pou monte vè tanp lan Nan gran twoub mwen an, mwen te kriye a SENYÈ a. Li te reponn mwen.

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

Delivre nanm mwen, O SENYÈ, de lèv k ap bay desepsyon, de lang ki plen manti yo.

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

Kisa pou W ta resevwa, e kisa pou m ta fè ou, O lang mansonjè?

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

Flèch pwent file a gèrye yo, avèk chabon pye gayak tou limen.

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.

Malè a mwen, paske mwen demere nan tant a Méschec, Paske mwen rete pami tant a Kédar yo!

6 I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

Nanm mwen gen demè li avèk (sila) ki rayi lapè yo pandan twòp tan.

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

Mwen vle lapè, men lè m pale, se lagè yo pito.