Psalms 120

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

A Song of Ascents. Unto Yahweh, in the distress that befell me, I cried—and he answered me.

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

O Yahweh! rescue thou my soul—from the false lip, from the deceitful tongue.

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

What shall be given to thee, and what shall be added to thee, thou deceitful tongue?

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

The arrows of the hero sharpened, with burning coals of broom.

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

Woe is me, That I sojourn in Meshek, —That I abide near the tents of Kedar!

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

Long, hath my soul had her dwelling with him that hateth peace:

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

I, am for peace, and verily I speak, They, are for war!