Ψαλμοί 120

1 ᾠδὴ τῶν ἀναβαθμῶν πρὸς κύριον ἐν τῷ θλίβεσθαί με ἐκέκραξα καὶ εἰσήκουσέν μου

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

2 κύριε ῥῦσαι τὴν ψυχήν μου ἀπὸ χειλέων ἀδίκων καὶ ἀπὸ γλώσσης δολίας

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

3 τί δοθείη σοι καὶ τί προστεθείη σοι πρὸς γλῶσσαν δολίαν

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

4 τὰ βέλη τοῦ δυνατοῦ ἠκονημένα σὺν τοῖς ἄνθραξιν τοῖς ἐρημικοῖς

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

5 οἴμμοι ὅτι ἡ παροικία μου ἐμακρύνθη κατεσκήνωσα μετὰ τῶν σκηνωμάτων Κηδαρ

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.

6 πολλὰ παρῴκησεν ἡ ψυχή μου

I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

7 μετὰ τῶν μισούντων τὴν εἰρήνην ἤμην εἰρηνικός ὅταν ἐλάλουν αὐτοῖς ἐπολέμουν με δωρεάν

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