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In my distress, I cried to the LORD. He answered me.

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

What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you, you deceitful tongue?

Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

Woe is me, that I live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

My soul has had her dwelling too long with him who hates peace.

I am for peace, but when I speak, they are for war.

نَشيدُ المَراقي. إِلى الرَّبِّ صَرَختُ في ضيقي فأَجابَني

يا رَبِّ أَنقِذْ نَفْسي مِنَ الشِّفاهِ الكاذِبة ومِن لِسانِ الخِداع

ماذا يُعْطى لَكَ وماذا يُزادُ لَكَ يا لِسانَ الخِداع؟

سِهامُ الجَبَّارِ مَسْنونةٌ بِجَمْرِ الرَّتَم

وَيلٌ لي فإِنِّي في ماشَكَ نَزَلتُ وفي خِيامِ قيدارَ سَكَنتُ

ما أَطوَلَ سُكْنى نَفْسي مع الَّذينَ يُبغِضونَ السَّلام

إِنِّي إِذا تَكَلَّمتُ فلِلسِّلْمِ أَمَّا هم فلِلحَرْب