Psalms 120

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

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

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

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

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

What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to 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 mighty, with coals that lay waste.

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

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

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

My soul hath been long a sojourner.

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

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