Psalm 119 [MT 120]

[A Song of Degrees.] In mine affliction I cried to the Lord, and he hearkened to me.

᾿ῼδὴ τῶν ἀναβαθμῶν. - ΠΡΟΣ Κύριον ἐν τῷ θλίβεσθαί με ἐκέκραξα, καὶ εἰσήκουσέ μου.

Deliver my soul, O Lord, from unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

Κύριε, ῥῦσαι τὴν ψυχήν μου ἀπὸ χειλέων ἀδίκων καὶ ἀπὸ γλώσσης δολίας.

What should be given to thee, and what should be added to thee, for [thy] crafty tongue?

τί δοθείη σοι καὶ τί προστεθείη σοι πρὸς γλῶσσαν δολίαν;

Sharpened weapons of the mighty, with coals of the desert.

τὰ βέλη τοῦ δυνατοῦ ἠκονημένα, σὺν τοῖς ἄνθραξι τοῖς ἐρημικοῖς.

Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged; I have tabernacled among the tents of Kedar.

οἴμοι! ὅτι ἡ παροικία μου ἐμακρύνθη, κατεσκήνωσα μετὰ τῶν σκηνωμάτων Κηδάρ.

My soul has long been a sojourner;

πολλὰ παρῴκησεν ἡ ψυχή μου.

I was peaceable among them that hated peace; when I spoke to them, they warred against me without a cause.

μετὰ τῶν μισούντων τὴν εἰρήνην ἤμην εἰρηνικός· ὅταν ἐλάλουν αὐτοῖς, ἐπολέμουν με δωρεάν.