Salme 120

1 (Sang til Festrejserne.) Jeg råbte til HERREN i Nød, og han svarede mig.

A Canticle in steps. When troubled, I cried out to the Lord, and he heard me.

2 HERRE, udfri min Sjæl fra Løgnelæber, fra den falske Tunge!

O Lord, free my soul from lips of iniquity and from the deceitful tongue.

3 Der ramme dig dette og hint, du falske Tunge!

What will be given to you, or what will be added to you, for a deceitful tongue?:

4 Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

the sharp arrows of the powerful, along with the burning coals of desolation.

5 Ve mig, at jeg må leve som fremmed i Mesjek, bo iblandt Kedars Telte!

Woe to me, for my sojourning has been prolonged. I have lived with the inhabitants of Kedar.

6 Min Sjæl har længe nok boet blandt Folk, som hader Fred.

My soul has long been a sojourner.

7 Jeg vil Fred; men taler jeg, vil de Krig!

With those who hated peace, I was peaceful. When I spoke to them, they fought against me without cause.