Psalms 120

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 been long a sojourner.

I was pesible with hem that hatiden pees;

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

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