Psalmi 120

1 Svētku dziesma. Es piesaucu To Kungu savās bēdās, un Viņš mani paklausa.

A song of ascents. In distress I cried to the Lord, and he answered me.

2 Kungs, izglāb manu dvēseli no melkuļu lūpām un viltnieku mēlēm.

“Deliver me, Lord, from the lip that is false and the tongue that is crafty.”

3 Ko viltīgā mēle Tev dos, jeb ko viņa Tev pieliks?

What shall he give to you, you tongue that is crafty? What yet shall he give to you?

4 Tā ir kā varoņa asas bultas, kā degošas paegļu ogles.

Arrows of warrior, sharpened, with glowing broom coals together.

5 Ak vai, man, ka esmu svešinieks iekš Mešeha, un ka man jādzīvo Kedara dzīvokļos.

Woe is me that I sojourn in Meshech, that I live by the tents of Kedar.

6 Par ilgu manai dvēselei dzīvot pie tiem, kas mieru ienīst.

Already too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

7 Es turu mieru, bet tikko es runāju, tad tie ceļ ķildu.

I am for peace: but when I speak of it, they are for war.