Chapter 120
In My Distress I Cried to the LORD
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A song of ascents. 1In my distress I cried to the LORD, and He answered me.
𐤔𐤉𐤓 𐤄𐤌𐤏𐤋𐤅𐤕 𐤁𐤑𐤓𐤕𐤄 𐤋𐤉 𐤒𐤓𐤀𐤕𐤉 𐤀𐤋 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 𐤅𐤉𐤏𐤍𐤍𐤉
שִׁ֗יר הַֽמַּ֫עֲל֥וֹת בַּצָּרָ֣תָה לִּ֑י קָ֝רָ֗אתִי אֶל־ יְ֭הוָה וַֽיַּעֲנֵֽנִי׃ šîr ham·ma·‘ă·lō·wṯ baṣ·ṣā·rā·ṯāh lî qā·rā·ṯî ’el- Yah·weh way·ya·‘ă·nê·nî — WLC · 1
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Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips and a deceitful tongue.
𐤄𐤑𐤉𐤋𐤄 𐤍𐤐𐤔𐤉 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 𐤔𐤒𐤓 𐤌𐤔𐤐𐤕 𐤓𐤌𐤉𐤄 𐤌𐤋𐤔𐤅𐤍
הַצִּ֣ילָה נַ֭פְשִׁי יְֽהוָ֗ה שֶׁ֑קֶר מִשְּׂפַת־ רְמִיָּֽה׃ מִלָּשׁ֥וֹן haṣ·ṣî·lāh nap̄·šî Yah·weh še·qer miś·śə·p̄aṯ- rə·mî·yāh mil·lā·šō·wn — WLC · 2
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What will He do to you, and what will be added to you, O deceitful tongue?
𐤌𐤄 𐤉𐤕𐤍 𐤋𐤊 𐤅𐤌𐤄 𐤉𐤎𐤉𐤐 𐤋𐤊 𐤓𐤌𐤉𐤄 𐤋𐤔𐤅𐤍
מַה־ יִּתֵּ֣ן לְ֭ךָ וּמַה־ יֹּסִ֥יף לָ֗ךְ רְמִיָּֽה׃ לָשׁ֥וֹן mah- yit·tên lə·ḵā ū·mah- yō·sîp̄ lāḵ rə·mî·yāh lā·šō·wn — WLC · 3
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Sharp arrows [will come] from the warrior, with burning coals of the broom tree!
𐤔𐤍𐤅𐤍𐤉𐤌 𐤇𐤑𐤉 𐤂𐤁𐤅𐤓 𐤏𐤌 𐤂𐤇𐤋𐤉 𐤓𐤕𐤌𐤉𐤌
שְׁנוּנִ֑ים חִצֵּ֣י גִבּ֣וֹר עִ֝֗ם גַּחֲלֵ֥י רְתָמִֽים׃ šə·nū·nîm ḥiṣ·ṣê ḡib·bō·wr ‘im ga·ḥă·lê rə·ṯā·mîm — WLC · 4
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Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, that I live among the tents of Kedar!
𐤀𐤅𐤉𐤄 𐤋𐤉 𐤊𐤉 𐤂𐤓𐤕𐤉 𐤌𐤔𐤊 𐤔𐤊𐤍𐤕𐤉 𐤏𐤌 𐤀𐤄𐤋𐤉 𐤒𐤃𐤓
אֽוֹיָה־ לִ֭י כִּי־ גַ֣רְתִּי מֶ֑שֶׁךְ שָׁ֝כַ֗נְתִּי עִֽם־ אָהֳלֵ֥י קֵדָֽר׃ ’ō·w·yāh- lî kî- ḡar·tî me·šeḵ šā·k̲an·tî ‘im- ’ā·ho·lê qê·ḏār — WLC · 5
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Too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.
𐤓𐤁𐤕 𐤍𐤐𐤔𐤉 𐤔𐤊𐤍𐤄 𐤋𐤄 𐤏𐤌 𐤔𐤅𐤍𐤀 𐤔𐤋𐤅𐤌
רַ֭בַּת נַפְשִׁ֑י שָֽׁכְנָה־ לָּ֣הּ עִ֝֗ם שׂוֹנֵ֥א שָׁלֽוֹם׃ rab·baṯ nap̄·šî šā·ḵə·nāh- lāh ‘im śō·w·nê šā·lō·wm — WLC · 6
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I [am in favor of] peace; but when I speak, they [want] war.
𐤀𐤍𐤉 𐤔𐤋𐤅𐤌 𐤅𐤊𐤉 𐤀𐤃𐤁𐤓 𐤄𐤌𐤄 𐤋𐤌𐤋𐤇𐤌𐤄
אֲֽנִי־ שָׁ֭לוֹם וְכִ֣י אֲדַבֵּ֑ר הֵ֝֗מָּה לַמִּלְחָמָֽה׃ ’ănî·šā- šā·lôm wə·ḵî ’ă·ḏab·bêr hêm·māh lam·mil·ḥā·māh — WLC · 7