Psalms 120

1 A song of ascents. In my distress I cried to the LORD, and He answered me.

The song of greces. Whanne Y was set in tribulacioun, Y criede to the Lord; and he herde me.

2 Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips and a deceitful tongue.

Lord, delyuere thou my soule fro wickid lippis; and fro a gileful tunge.

3 What will He do to you, and what will be added to you, O deceitful tongue?

What schal be youun to thee, ether what schal be leid to thee; to a gileful tunge?

4 Sharp arrows will come from the warrior, with burning coals of the broom tree!

Scharpe arowis of the myyti; with colis that maken desolat.

5 Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, that I live among the tents of Kedar!

Allas to me! for my dwelling in an alien lond is maad long, Y dwellide with men dwellinge in Cedar; my soule was myche a comelyng.

6 Too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

7 I am in favor of peace; but when I speak, they want war.

whanne Y spak to hem, thei ayenseiden me with outen cause.