Psalms 120

1 The song of greces. Whanne Y was set in tribulacioun, Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me.

١ تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ إِلَى ٱلرَّبِّ فِي ضِيْقِي صَرَخْتُ فَٱسْتَجَابَ لِي.

2 Lord, delyuere thou my soule fro wickid lippis; and fro a gileful tunge.

٢ يَارَبُّ، نَجِّ نَفْسِي مِنْ شِفَاهِ ٱلْكَذِبِ، مِنْ لِسَانِ غِشٍّ.

3 What schal be youun to thee, ether what schal be leid to thee; to a gileful tunge?

٣ مَاذَا يُعْطِيكَ وَمَاذَا يَزِيدُ لَكَ لِسَانُ ٱلْغِشِّ؟

4 Scharpe arowis of the myyti; with colis that maken desolat.

٤ سِهَامَ جَبَّارٍ مَسْنُونَةً مَعَ جَمْرِ ٱلرَّتَمِ.

5 Allas to me! for my dwelling in an alien lond is maad long, Y dwellide with men dwellinge in Cedar; my soule was myche a comelyng.

٥ وَيْلِي لِغُرْبَتِي فِي مَاشِكَ، لِسَكَنِي فِي خِيَامِ قِيدَارَ!

6 I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

٦ طَالَ عَلَى نَفْسِي سَكَنُهَا مَعَ مُبْغِضِ ٱلسَّلَامِ.

7 whanne Y spak to hem, thei ayenseiden me with outen cause.

٧ أَنَا سَلَامٌ، وَحِينَمَا أَتَكَلَّمُ فَهُمْ لِلْحَرْبِ.