Psalms 120

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

In my distress I cried to Jehovah, and he answered me.

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

Deliver my soul, O Jehovah, from lying lips, from a deceitful tongue.

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

What shall be given to thee, and what shall be done more to thee, thou deceitful tongue?

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

Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.

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

Woe is me, that I sojourn in Meshech, that I dwell among the tents of Kedar!

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

My soul has long had her dwelling with him who hates peace.

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

I am for peace, but when I speak, they are for war.