Psalms 120

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

A Canticle in steps. When troubled, I cried out to the Lord, and he heard me.

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

O Lord, free my soul from lips of iniquity and from the deceitful tongue.

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

What will be given to you, or what will be added to you, for a deceitful tongue?:

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

the sharp arrows of the powerful, along with the burning coals of desolation.

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

Woe to me, for my sojourning has been prolonged. I have lived with the inhabitants of Kedar.

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

My soul has long been a sojourner.

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

With those who hated peace, I was peaceful. When I spoke to them, they fought against me without cause.