Psalms 120

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

[the] song of The ascents to Yahweh in distress of me I called out and he answered me.

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

O Yahweh deliver! self my from a lip of falsehood from a tongue deceit.

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

What? will anyone give to you and what? will anyone add to you O tongue deceit.

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

Arrows of a warrior sharpened with burning coals of broom plants.

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

Woe! to me that I have sojourned Meshech I have dwelt with [the] tents of Kedar.

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

Much it has dwelt itself self my with [one who] hates peace.

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

I [am] peace and that I speak they [are] for war.