Psalms 120

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

V svoji tegobi sem klical h Gospodu in me je slišal.

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

Osvobodi mojo dušo, oh Gospod, pred lažnivimi ustnicami in pred varljivim jezikom.

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

Kaj ti bo dano? Ali kaj ti bo storjeno, ti varljiv jezik?

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

Ostre puščice mogočnega z brinovo žerjavico.

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.

Gorje meni, da se mudim v Mešehu, da prebivam v kedárskih šotorih!

6 I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

Moja duša je dolgo prebivala s tistim, ki sovraži mir.

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

Jaz sem za mir, toda ko govorim, so oni za vojno.