My soul with him that hateth peace hath long a dweller been.
My soul hath long dwelt With him that hateth peace.
My life has too long had its dwelling with him who hates peace.
My soul hath long had her dwelling With him that hateth peace.
I’ve lived far too long with people who hate peace.
The sun will not burn you by day, nor the moon by night.
The sun shall not burn thee by day: nor the moon by night.
My soul among fierce lions is, I firebrands live among, Men's sons, whose teeth are spears and darts, a sharp sword is their tongue.