Lord, how many are my foes
how many rise up against me
assail me on every side.
Absalom stabbing me in the back
strike his men on the jaw, but save
my beloved son; You, Lord, are my sun
i wake again, because you sustain me.
לורד, כמה הם האויבים שלי
כמה להתקומם נגדי
לתקוף אותי מכל עבר
בן ובוגדני זה זונה
לשבור את השיניים של אנשיו, אלא להגן
בן הבוגד שלי; אתה, אדוני, הם המגן שלי
אני מתעורר שוב, כי אתה לקיים אותי.
how many are my foes, Yahweh
how many rise up against their own father
assail me on every side, the art of high-treason.
The double-crossing, my son of a bitch
break the teeth of his men, but rescue
my renegade boy; You, Lord, are my shield
I rest without prescription Triazolam sleeping pills
because you sustain me-at no extra charge.
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