Psalms 120

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

A song of ascents. In 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 me, Lord, from the lip that is false and the tongue that is crafty.”

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

What shall he give to you, you tongue that is crafty? What yet shall he give to you?

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

Arrows of warrior, sharpened, with glowing broom coals together.

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 live by the tents of Kedar.

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

Already 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 for peace: but when I speak of it, they are for war.