1 In my distress, I cried to Yahweh.

He answered me.

2 Deliver my soul, Yahweh, from lying lips,

from a deceitful tongue.

3 What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you,

you deceitful tongue?

4 Sharp arrows of the mighty,

with coals of juniper.

5 Woe is me, that I live in Meshech,

that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

6 My soul has had her dwelling too long

with him who hates 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.