Psalms 120

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

A song of ascents. In my distress I cried to the LORD, and He answered me.

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

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

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

What will He do to you, and what will be added to you, O deceitful tongue?

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

Sharp arrows will come from the warrior, with burning coals of the broom tree!

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

Woe to me that I dwell in Meshech, that I live among the tents of Kedar!

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

Too long have I dwelt among those who hate peace.

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

I am in favor of peace; but when I speak, they want war.