A Song of degrees.

1 In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.

2 Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

3 What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?

4 Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!

6 My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

7 I am for peace: but when I speak, 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.