Psalms 120

1 In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.

A song of degrees. I called vnto the Lord in my trouble, and hee heard me.

2 O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.

Deliuer my soule, O Lord, from lying lippes, and from a deceitfull tongue.

3 What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue.

What doeth thy deceitfull tongue bring vnto thee? or what doeth it auaile thee?

4 The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.

It is as the sharpe arrowes of a mightie man, and as the coales of iuniper.

5 Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar:

Woe is to me that I remaine in Meschech, and dwell in the tentes of Kedar.

6 My soul hath been long a sojourner.

My soule hath too long dwelt with him that hateth peace.

7 With them that hate peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.

I seeke peace, and when I speake thereof, they are bent to warre.