A song of the ascents.
1To Yahweh, when I was under pressure,
I called and he answered me.
2Yahweh, rescue my life from false lips,
from a deceitful tongue.
3What will it give you,
what will it add to you, deceitful tongue?
4The arrows of a strong man, sharpened,
with coals of broom shrubs.
5Oh for me, that I’ve resided with Meshek,
dwelt with Qedara’s tents.
6A long time I’ve been dwelling
with someone hostile to peace.
7I am for peace, but when I speak,
they are for battle.
Grant, Lord,
that we may hold to you without parting,
worship you without wearying,
serve you without failing;
faithfully seek you,
happily find you,
and forever possess you,
the only God,blessed now and for ever.
Amen
St Anselm