1Unto Jehovah in my distress I have called, And He answereth me.2O Jehovah, deliver my soul from a lying lip, From a deceitful tongue!3What doth He give to thee? And what doth He add to thee? O deceitful tongue!4Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with broom-coals.5Wo to me, for I have inhabited Mesech, I have dwelt with tents of Kedar.6Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.7I am peace, and when I speak they are for war!
A Song of the Ascents.1I lift up mine eyes unto the hills, Whence doth my help come?2My help is from Jehovah, maker of heaven and earth,3He suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not.4Lo, He slumbereth not, nor sleepeth, He who is preserving Israel.5Jehovah is thy preserver, Jehovah is thy shade on thy right hand,6By day the sun doth not smite thee, Nor the moon by night.7Jehovah preserveth thee from all evil, He doth preserve thy soul.8Jehovah preserveth thy going out and thy coming in, From henceforth even unto the age!
A Song of the Ascents, by David.1I have rejoiced in those saying to me, `To the house of Jehovah we go.'2Our feet have been standing in thy gates, O Jerusalem!3Jerusalem -- the builded one -- Is as a city that is joined to itself together.4For thither have tribes gone up, Tribes of Jah, companies of Israel, To give thanks to the name of Jehovah.5For there have sat thrones of judgment, Thrones of the house of David.6Ask ye the peace of Jerusalem, At rest are those loving thee.7Peace is in thy bulwark, rest in thy high places,8For the sake of my brethren and my companions, Let me speak, I pray thee, `Peace be in thee.'9For the sake of the house of Jehovah our God, I seek good for thee!
A Song of the Ascents.1Unto Thee I have lifted up mine eyes, O dweller in the heavens.2Lo, as eyes of men-servants Are unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant Are unto the hand of her mistress, So are our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.3Favour us, O Jehovah, favour us, For greatly have we been filled with contempt,4Greatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!