Psalms 120

1 A Song of degrees. In my trouble I called unto Jehovah, and he answered me.

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

2 Jehovah, deliver my soul from the lying lip, from the deceitful tongue.

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

3 What shall be given unto thee, what shall be added unto thee, thou deceitful tongue?

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

4 Sharp arrows of a mighty one, with burning coals of broom-wood.

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

5 Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell 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 My soul hath long dwelt with them that hate peace.

I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

7 I [am for] peace; but when I speak, they [are] for war.

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