Psalms 120

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

Ka Gospodu zavikah u nevolji svojoj, i usliši me.

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

Gospode! izbavi dušu moju od usta lažljivijeh i od jezika lukavoga.

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

Šta æe ti dati i šta æe ti prinijeti jezik lukavi?

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

On je kao oštre strijele u jakoga, kao ugljevlje smrekovo.

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.

Teško meni kad sam tuðin kod Meseha, živim kod šatora Kidarskih.

6 I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

Dugo je živjela duša moja s onima koji mrze na mir.

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

Ja sam miran; ali kad stanem govoriti, u njih je rat.