Psalms 120

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

Orin fún ìgòkè. Èmi ké pe Olúwa nínú ìpọ́njú mi, ó sì dá mi lóhùn.

2 ‘Deliver me, Lord, from the lip that is false and the tongue that is crafty.’

Gbà mí, Olúwa, kúrò lọ́wọ́ ètè èké àti lọ́wọ́ ahọ́n ẹ̀tàn.

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

Kí ni kí a fi fún ọ? Àti kí ni kí a túnṣe fún ọ, ìwọ ahọ́n ẹ̀tàn?

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

Òun yóò bá ọ wí pẹ̀lú ọfà mímú ológun, pẹ̀lú ẹ̀yín iná igi ìgbálẹ̀.

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

Ègbé ni fún mi tí èmi ṣe àtìpó ní Meṣeki, nítorí èmi gbé nínú àgọ́ ìlú Kedari!

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

Ó ti pẹ́ tí èmi ti ń gbé láàrín àwọn tí ó kórìíra àlàáfíà.

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

Ènìyàn àlàáfíà ni mí; ṣùgbọ́n nígbà tí mo bá sọ̀rọ̀, ogun ni dúró fun wọn.