Psalms 120

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

Ke nga muta in ongoiya, nga pang nu sin LEUM GOD A El topukyu.

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

LEUM GOD moliyula Liki mwet kikiap a mwet kutasrik.

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

Kowos, mwet kikiap, mea God El a oru nu suwos? El a kai kowos fuka?

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

Ke sukan pisr kosro nutin sie mwet mweun, A mulut firir!

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.

Ke nga muta inmasrlowos, arulana koluk oana nga in muta in acn Meshech Ku muta inmasrlon mwet Kedar.

6 I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

Loesla pacl nga muta Inmasrlon mwet su srunga misla.

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

Ke pacl nga sramsram ke misla, Elos ac lungse mweun.