< Psalms 120 >
1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. I called out to the Lord for help in all my troubles, and he answered me.
A song of degrees. I called vnto the Lord in my trouble, and hee heard me.
2 Lord, please save me from liars and cheats!
Deliuer my soule, O Lord, from lying lippes, and from a deceitfull tongue.
3 What will the Lord do to you, you liars? How will he punish you?
What doeth thy deceitfull tongue bring vnto thee? or what doeth it auaile thee?
4 With the sharp arrows of a warrior and burning coals made from a broom tree.
It is as the sharpe arrowes of a mightie man, and as the coales of iuniper.
5 I'm sorry for myself, because I live as a foreigner in Meshech, or among the tent-dwellers of Kedar.
Woe is to me that I remaine in Meschech, and dwell in the tentes of Kedar.
6 I have lived for far too long among people who hate peace.
My soule hath too long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
7 I want peace, but when I talk of peace, they want war.
I seeke peace, and when I speake thereof, they are bent to warre.