< Salmenes 120 >
1 En sang ved festreisene. Til Herren ropte jeg i min nød, og han svarte mig.
When I had troubles, I called out to Yahweh and he answered me.
2 Herre, fri min sjel fra en løgnaktig lebe, fra en falsk tunge!
[I prayed], “Yahweh, rescue/save me from people [SYN, MTY] who lie to me and [try to] deceive me!”
3 Hvad vil han gi dig, og hvad mere vil han gi dig, du falske tunge?
You people who lie to me, [I will tell you] [RHQ] what [God] will do to you and what he will do to punish you.
4 Voldsmannens skarpe piler og glør av gyvelbusken.
He will shoot sharp arrows at you like soldiers do, and he will [burn you with] red-hot coals from [the wood of] a broom tree.
5 Ve mig, at jeg lever som fremmed iblandt Mesek, at jeg bor ved Kedars telt!
It is terrible for me, living among cruel/savage [DOU] people [like those who live] in Meshech [region] and Kedar [region].
6 Lenge nok har min sjel bodd hos dem som hater fred.
I have lived for a long time among people who hate [to live with others] peacefully.
7 Jeg er bare fred, men når jeg taler, er de ferdige til krig.
Every time I talk about living together peacefully, they talk about starting a war.