Psalm 119

1 ᾨδὴ τῶν ἀναβαθμῶν. ΠΡΟΣ Κύριον ἐν τῷ θλίβεσθαί με ἐκέκραξα, καὶ εἰσήκουσέ μου.

1 (120) A Song of Degrees. In my affliction I cried to the Lord, and he listened to me.

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

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

3 τί δοθείη σοι καὶ τί προστεθείη σοι πρὸς γλῶσσαν δολίαν;

3 What should be given to you, and what should be added to you, for [your] crafty tongue?

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

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

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

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

6 πολλὰ παρῴκησεν ἡ ψυχή μου.

6 My soul has long been a sojourner;

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

7 I was peaceful amongst them that hated peace; when I spoke to them, they warred against me without a cause.