ಕೀರ್ತನೆಗಳು 7:2
ಇಲ್ಲವಾದರೆ ಅವನು ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರಾಣವನ್ನು ಸಿಂಹದಂತೆ ಹರಿದು ತುಂಡು ತುಂಡು ಮಾಡುವನು.
0 A Song of degrees.
1 Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.
2 Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the Lord our God, until that he have mercy upon us.
3 Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.
| Lest | פֶּן | pen | pen |
| he tear | יִטְרֹ֣ף | yiṭrōp | yeet-ROFE |
| my soul | כְּאַרְיֵ֣ה | kĕʾaryē | keh-ar-YAY |
| lion, a like | נַפְשִׁ֑י | napšî | nahf-SHEE |
| pieces, in it rending | פֹּ֝רֵ֗ק | pōrēq | POH-RAKE |
| while there is none | וְאֵ֣ין | wĕʾên | veh-ANE |
| to deliver. | מַצִּֽיל׃ | maṣṣîl | ma-TSEEL |
0 A Song of degrees.
1 Unto thee lift I up mine eyes, O thou that dwellest in the heavens.
2 Behold, as the eyes of servants look unto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a maiden unto the hand of her mistress; so our eyes wait upon the Lord our God, until that he have mercy upon us.
3 Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us: for we are exceedingly filled with contempt.
4 Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scorning of those that are at ease, and with the contempt of the proud.