Psalms 120

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

Iti pakarigatak immawagak kenni Yahweh, ket sinungbatannak.

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

Ispalem ti biagko, O Yahweh, kadagiti agul-ulbod kadagiti bibigda ken mangal-allilaw kadagiti dilada.

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

Anianto ti panangdusana kadakayo, ken anianto pay ngata ti aramidenna kadakayo, dakayo nga addaan iti naulbod a dila?

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

Panaennakayonto iti natirad a pana ti mannakigubat, a napanday manipud iti dumardarang a beggang iti enebro.

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.

Asiak pay gapu ta nagnaedak iti apagbiit idiay Mesek; nagnaedak idi kadagiti tolda ti Kedar.

6 I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

Ta nabayag a nakipagnaedak kadagiti manggur-gura iti kapia.

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

Kayatko ti kapia, ngem no agsaoak, gubat ti kayatda.