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١ 1 تَرْنِيمَةُ ٱلْمَصَاعِدِ إِلَى ٱلرَّبِّ فِي ضِيْقِي صَرَخْتُ فَٱسْتَجَابَ لِي.

The song of greces. Whanne Y was set in tribulacioun, Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me.

٢ 2 يَارَبُّ، نَجِّ نَفْسِي مِنْ شِفَاهِ ٱلْكَذِبِ، مِنْ لِسَانِ غِشٍّ.

Lord, delyuere thou my soule fro wickid lippis; and fro a gileful tunge.

٣ 3 مَاذَا يُعْطِيكَ وَمَاذَا يَزِيدُ لَكَ لِسَانُ ٱلْغِشِّ؟

What schal be youun to thee, ether what schal be leid to thee; to a gileful tunge?

٤ 4 سِهَامَ جَبَّارٍ مَسْنُونَةً مَعَ جَمْرِ ٱلرَّتَمِ.

Scharpe arowis of the myyti; with colis that maken desolat.

٥ 5 وَيْلِي لِغُرْبَتِي فِي مَاشِكَ، لِسَكَنِي فِي خِيَامِ قِيدَارَ!

Allas to me! for my dwelling in an alien lond is maad long, Y dwellide with men dwellinge in Cedar; my soule was myche a comelyng.

٦ 6 طَالَ عَلَى نَفْسِي سَكَنُهَا مَعَ مُبْغِضِ ٱلسَّلَامِ.

I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

٧ 7 أَنَا سَلَامٌ، وَحِينَمَا أَتَكَلَّمُ فَهُمْ لِلْحَرْبِ.

whanne Y spak to hem, thei ayenseiden me with outen cause.