1In my distress, I cried to Yahweh. He answered me.
1{Pesem stopinj.} H GOSPODU sem klical v stiski svoji, in uslišal me je.
2Deliver my soul, Yahweh, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.
2O GOSPOD, reši dušo mojo usten lažnivih, zvijačnega jezika!
3What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you, you deceitful 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 live in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!
5Gorje meni, da na tujem bivam v Meseku, da stanujem med šatori Kedarcev!
6My soul has had her dwelling too long with him who hates 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.