Dee 120 Psalm

En leet fonn nehejcht gone.

Ekj roopt däm Herr Gott aun enn mien Trubbel, un Hee head mie.

O Herr Gott, rad mien Seel fonn Leppe dee leaje, fonn ne Tung dee Lest rät.

Waut saul to die jejäft woare, oda waut saul to die toojelajcht woare, O faulsche Tung?

Schoapa Fiele fonn dee Majchtje, met Bassemboom Kole!

Wee es mie daut ekj enn Mesech won; ekj won mank dee Kedar Tselte.

Miene Seel haft lang bie sikj selfst jewont, met däm dee Fräd haust.

Ekj sie fa Fräd; oba wan ekj räd, sent see fa Kjrijch.

Psalm 120

A song of ascents.

I call on the Lord(A) in my distress,(B)
    and he answers me.
Save me, Lord,
    from lying lips(C)
    and from deceitful tongues.(D)

What will he do to you,
    and what more besides,
    you deceitful tongue?
He will punish you with a warrior’s sharp arrows,(E)
    with burning coals of the broom bush.

Woe to me that I dwell in Meshek,
    that I live among the tents of Kedar!(F)
Too long have I lived
    among those who hate peace.
I am for peace;
    but when I speak, they are for war.