1IN my distress I cried to the LORD, and he heard me. 2Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lips of the ungodly and from deceitful tongues. 3What shall be given to you? or what shall be added to you, you deceitful tongues? 4The arrows of the mighty are sharp; they are as hot coals of oak. 5Woe is me, that my sojourn is prolonged, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar! 6My soul has long dwelt with him that hates peace. 7I am for peace; but when I speak they fight with me. Holy Bible From The Ancient Eastern Texts: Aramaic Of The Peshitta by George M. Lamsa (1933) |