Psalms 120

1 A Song of the going up. In my trouble my cry went up to the Lord, and he gave me an answer.

Sang til Festrejserne. Jeg raabte til HERREN i Nød, og han svarede mig.

2 O Lord, be the saviour of my soul from false lips, and from the tongue of deceit.

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

3 What punishment will he give you? what more will he do to you, you false tongue?

Der ramme dig dette og hint, du falske Tunge!

4 Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.

Den stærkes Pile er hvæsset ved glødende Gyvel.

5 Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar.

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

6 My soul has long been living with the haters of peace.

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

7 I am for peace: but when I say so, they are for war.

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