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تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ إِلَى ٱلرَّبِّ فِي ضِيْقِي صَرَخْتُ فَٱسْتَجَابَ لِي. ١ 1
A song of ascents. In distress I cried to the Lord, and he answered me.
يَارَبُّ، نَجِّ نَفْسِي مِنْ شِفَاهِ ٱلْكَذِبِ، مِنْ لِسَانِ غِشٍّ. ٢ 2
‘Deliver me, Lord, from the lip that is false and the tongue that is crafty.’
مَاذَا يُعْطِيكَ وَمَاذَا يَزِيدُ لَكَ لِسَانُ ٱلْغِشِّ؟ ٣ 3
What shall he give to you, you tongue that is crafty? What yet shall he give to you?
سِهَامَ جَبَّارٍ مَسْنُونَةً مَعَ جَمْرِ ٱلرَّتَمِ. ٤ 4
Arrows of warrior, sharpened, with glowing broom coals together.
وَيْلِي لِغُرْبَتِي فِي مَاشِكَ، لِسَكَنِي فِي خِيَامِ قِيدَارَ! ٥ 5
Woe is me that I sojourn in Meshech, that I live by the tents of Kedar.
طَالَ عَلَى نَفْسِي سَكَنُهَا مَعَ مُبْغِضِ ٱلسَّلَامِ. ٦ 6
Already too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.
أَنَا سَلَامٌ، وَحِينَمَا أَتَكَلَّمُ فَهُمْ لِلْحَرْبِ. ٧ 7
I am for peace: but when I speak of it, they are for war.

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