Psalms 120

1 A Song of degrees. In my trouble I called unto Jehovah, and he answered me.

Se yon chante pou yo chante lè y'ap moute lavil Jerizalèm. Lè m' te nan tray, mwen te rele Seyè a, li te reponn mwen.

2 Jehovah, deliver my soul from the lying lip, from the deceitful tongue.

Delivre m' non, Seyè, anba moun k'ap bay manti, anba moun k'ap twonpe moun.

3 What shall be given unto thee, what shall be added unto thee, thou deceitful tongue?

Ipokrit, kisa ou merite Bondye fè ou? Kisa pou l' fè ou an plis?

4 Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with burning coals of broom-wood.

Eske se avèk flèch pwenti sòlda yo? Eske se avèk chabon gayak tou limen?

5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

Malè pou mwen, paske se tankou si m' te rete nan mitan moun peyi Mechèk, osinon nan mitan moun peyi Keda.

6 My soul hath long dwelt with them that hate peace.

Mwen rete twò lontan ak yon bann moun ki pa renmen viv ak kè poze!

7 I [am for] peace; but when I speak, they [are] for war.

Lè mwen menm m'ap pale yo jan pou yo viv byen yonn ak lòt, yo menm se yon sèl bagay ki nan tèt yo, se fè lagè.