Psalms 120

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

Lungkhamna leh lunggimna kato tengleh Pakai kom kalhutjin ahileh Aman kataona asangjin ahi.

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

O Pakai mijouhoa konleh milepchehoa kon in neihuhdoh’in.

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

Oh lepchena leigui manchaho, Pathen in nangho ipi nalouvintem? Aman nachunga engbolna ichan gei in apunsahbe dem?

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

Nangma thalchang hemtah a nakisunding chuleh meihol sapehpoh nakidesahding ahi.

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.

Gamlatah Meshach lah’a kachenchu kadanave, gamlatah Kedar ponbuh a kachenchu kathohlel ngeije,

6 I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

Keima chamna deilah’a kachenhi kakhoplheh jengtai,

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

Keiman chamna kahol in, ahinlah keiman chamna thu kaseipou pouleh amahon gal bou adeijiu ve.