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.

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.