1In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.
1{Pesem stopinj.} H GOSPODU sem klical v stiski svoji, in uslišal me je.
2Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.
2O GOSPOD, reši dušo mojo usten lažnivih, zvijačnega jezika!
3What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?
3Kaj naj ti Bog dá in kaj še pridene, o jezik zvijačni?
4Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.
4Ostre pšice mogočnega z žerjavico brinovo vred.
5Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
5Gorje meni, da na tujem bivam v Meseku, da stanujem med šatori Kedarcev!
6My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
6Predolgo že biva duša moja ž njimi, ki sovražijo mir.Jaz ljubim mir, ali ko govorim, kličejo oni na boj.
7I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.
7Jaz ljubim mir, ali ko govorim, kličejo oni na boj.