1 'n Bedevaartslied. Ek roep die HERE aan in my benoudheid, en Hy verhoor my.

2 o HERE, red my siel van die valse lippe, van die bedrieglike tong!

3 Wat sal Hy jou gee of wat vir jou daaraan toevoeg, o bedrieglike tong?

4 Skerp pyle van 'n held saam met gloeiende kole van besembosse.

5 Wee my dat ek as vreemdeling vertoef in Meseg, dat ek by die tente van Kedar woon!

6 Te lank al woon my siel by die wat die vrede haat.

7 Ek is vredeliewend; maar as ek spreek, is hulle op oorlog uit.

1 A Song of the going up. In my trouble my cry went up to the Lord, and he gave me an answer.

2 O Lord, be the saviour of my soul from false lips, and from the tongue of deceit.

3 What punishment will he give you? what more will he do to you, you false tongue?

4 Sharp arrows of the strong, and burning fire.

5 Sorrow is mine because I am strange in Meshech, and living in the tents of Kedar.

6 My soul has long been living with the haters of peace.

7 I am for peace: but when I say so, they are for war.