Psalms 120

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

A Song of Degrees. In mine affliction I cried to the Lord, and he listened to me.

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

Deliver my soul, O Lord, from unjust lips, and from a deceitful tongue.

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

What should be given to you, and what should be added to you, for [your] crafty tongue?

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

Sharpened weapons of the mighty, with coals of the desert.

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 tabernacled among the tents 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.

I was peaceful among them that hated peace; when I spoke to them, they warred against me without a cause.