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تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ إِلَى ٱلرَّبِّ فِي ضِيْقِي صَرَخْتُ فَٱسْتَجَابَ لِي. ١ 1
A Song of Ascents. Unto Yahweh, in the distress that befell me, I cried—and he answered me.
يَارَبُّ، نَجِّ نَفْسِي مِنْ شِفَاهِ ٱلْكَذِبِ، مِنْ لِسَانِ غِشٍّ. ٢ 2
O Yahweh! rescue thou my soul—from the false lip, from the deceitful tongue.
مَاذَا يُعْطِيكَ وَمَاذَا يَزِيدُ لَكَ لِسَانُ ٱلْغِشِّ؟ ٣ 3
What shall be given to thee, and what shall be added to thee, thou deceitful tongue?
سِهَامَ جَبَّارٍ مَسْنُونَةً مَعَ جَمْرِ ٱلرَّتَمِ. ٤ 4
The arrows of the hero sharpened, with burning coals of broom.
وَيْلِي لِغُرْبَتِي فِي مَاشِكَ، لِسَكَنِي فِي خِيَامِ قِيدَارَ! ٥ 5
Woe is me, That I sojourn in Meshek, —That I abide near the tents of Kedar!
طَالَ عَلَى نَفْسِي سَكَنُهَا مَعَ مُبْغِضِ ٱلسَّلَامِ. ٦ 6
Long, hath my soul had her dwelling with him that hateth peace:
أَنَا سَلَامٌ، وَحِينَمَا أَتَكَلَّمُ فَهُمْ لِلْحَرْبِ. ٧ 7
I, am for peace, and verily I speak, They, are for war!

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